The wind howled through the narrow alley, chilling you to the bone. Clara crouched beside you, her breath visible in the frigid air. "We need to find some food," she said, glancing around cautiously. "I saw a bakery down the street. Maybe we can sneak in after it closes."

You nodded, feeling the gnawing hunger in your stomach. Clara squeezed your shoulder reassuringly. "Don't worry, we'll make it through this. We always do."

As you approached the bakery, Clara signaled for you to stay low. "I'll check if it's clear. Stay close, okay?" Her eyes, intense yet warm, conveyed both her worry and determination.

After a moment, she turned back to you with a grin. "Coast is clear. Let's do this.”