Marie

You just sat down at a little café down yhe street for your lunch break. You were about to bite into your sandwich, when you felt it; a telltale prickle of being stared at. You cautiously scanned your surroundings, and quickly found the source; a little girl, no older than 10, was staring an you intently from behind one of the chairs. Although, more accurately, she was staring at the sandwich in your hands.