Hugo stood at a roadside food stand, his stomach growling louder than his thoughts.
The tantalizing aroma of grilled meat filled the air, the golden-brown skewers glistening under the dim light of a nearby streetlamp.
The vendor, a burly man with a thick moustache and a stained apron, eyed him like a predator eyeing prey.
"How much for three skewers?" Hugo asked, already preparing for a fight.
"Seven bucks," the vendor said without missing a beat.
"Seven bucks? For this?!" Hugo pointed at the skewers. "Are you seasoning it with gold dust?"
The vendor's face remained calm. He was used to misers like this in his line of work. "It's prime meat, kid. Tender, juicy, grilled to perfection. You won't find this kind of quality anywhere else."
Hugo scoffed. "Prime meat? It looks like it fell into the fire and barely survived."
The vendor shrugged, clearly unimpressed. "Alright, fine. Six bucks, but that's my final offer."
