The young girl sat herself on the ground under a tree, short of breath. Today was another successful day of thieving for food, a bag that was placed at her side had an assortment of edibles, mostly fruits. The bag would last her a few days, maybe the rest of the week if she ate carefully, but she was starving now and figured the bread had to be the first to go anyways. Stray animals loved to pester her for food and bread was something that they found delicious. She took out half a loaf of Italian bread and broke piece off, but before she could eve savor any of it, the feeling of someone gazing at her brought her to a halt. Looking up from her food, her eyes met with another looking back. Maybe she chose a bad place to sit? Nobody like looking at dirty street urchins anyways.