(this episode may trigger some with an experience with eating disorders.)

Emily got up and threw the leftover pasta in the direction of a nearby garbage bin as she dragged her almost broken bag with her, walking across the street.

However, she decided that good food was the priority so she set off to find some place that sold food for lower than five dollars.

The girl passed many different stores that sold food at a ridiculous price; a beef burger with lettuce for seven fifty, a regular meat pizza for eighteen.

At this rate she was probably just going to starve the night. 

Eating spoilt food had already taken it's toll on her; stomach pains an hour after consuming stuff left from the garbage, and she knew that if she continued like this, she would die a painful death.

Then finally she found a store.

A big red neon flashing sign sat just above the glass windows and doors of the corner shop.

Emily squinted at the bold letters in front of her, "Bob's Bakery" she read out slowly.

It was hard for her to read, considering the fact that she had never received proper education, but she managed by building off of what she had learned in her younger years.

She towards the window on the right, peering at the man inside that was cleaning his selling counter. He appeared rather old, winkles scattered across his face. The baker wore a white apron above his blue tee that was covered in light brown stains, accompanied by a pair of trousers. 

Emily sighed as she pushed the glass door.

"Hola, hola, hola!" The girl cocked her head in confusion. "ah- você é brasileiro estou certo? Bem-vindo bem vindo!"

The man stared at Emily, appalled.

"Ah-I see" he stroked his bare chin. "You want an apple pie."

"what price?" She wasn't bothered to look at the tag-she'd have to screw up her eyes in order to see the tiny writing.

"Ah-yes! I predicted right!" The baker cheered.

This annoyed Emily, as she could even hear her stomach rumble loudly. "what price?" she asked again.

"Ah-yes, yes. two forty." He murmured. "yes, yes, that is three, I'll get your change."

The girl pondered for a while.

"may I work here?"

He turned around "my oh my! Yes, yes, yes! I would love to have a fellow friend with me eh? Uh, you just need-"

"I don't have that blue card if that's what you're asking for" She interrupted.

"huh? Well then you can't-"

"Please." Emily fumbled with her oversized Demin jacket's zipper. "I don't really have parents you see-"

"Ah-oh my! Of course my dear, of course! I understand. A little runaway orphan absolutely needs money to live on!"

Knowing far and square he had misunderstood what she meant, Emily opened her mouth to argue about his assumption but no words came out.

"So let me teach you how to make some of my best-selling pastries-"

"Can I please have that apple pie?" Emily asked impatiently

The man smiled at her as he handed her a paper bag.

"Your name is Bob right?"

"No. My name is Bobby."

"Well I'm not calling you Bobby."

He frowned.