– Here, he said.
The beginning of tears and sniffling suddenly stopped as Claire looked up, baffled. Not only was this random guy handing her a sandwich, he was also starting to eat one of his own, held in his other hand. Unable to think of anything to say, she squinted.
– What are you, seven ? How long have you been outside ? You're probably hungry.
The growl coming from her stomach proved that she was, but that didn't mean the guy or his sandwich were in any way trustworthy. She stared at him for a couple more seconds, before replying :
– I'm eight.
– Cool. Doesn't mean you stop needing to eat.