Sitting in the alleyway munching on buttery bread while I waited, tears streamed from my eyes. It was so good! And warm, I just wanted to melt onto the ground. I couldn't help it. The bread was both nutty, sweet, and salty. Crunchy on the outside, with the perfect softness on the inside.
"You're an odd one, aren't you," Eryth softly mentioned, leaning over the wall with an odd expression. "It's only bread."
"It's life!" I retorted, frightened to finish the last piece of bread. " butter and bread are life. When you're hungry and lazy, butter and bread will fill your tummy."
"As poise as you are, I'd thought you were from a high-class family," Eryth said, raising the whisky glass to his lips. "Don't you have servants?"
"In my house?" I laughed." Where gunshots are the norm? Gods no. My home is a battlefield. No one aside from the best of the best would live. I can't even bring friends over for fear of what might happen. Not that I have any."
"No friends? A pretty girl like you?"
