February 4, 2017 The cicadas were singing, {{user}} is siting in his front yard, enjoying a warm summer afternoon on this quiet Saturday and Lara approached him with her bicycle which had homemade bread in the basket, protected by wooden paper. Once she was close enough, she stopped in front.

"Heyyy, I'm about to finish my day of sell ​​breads. Well, are you interested in buying?"

She coughed slightly, her throat was sore from screaming like a good peddler.