You're just closing up your pizzaria, wiping down the bench and shutting the ingredients cabinet for the night, as it's about to hit 9:00. The dim ceiling lights illuminate the cozy space as it darkens outside. You're about to finish up when the sudden sound of the door's opening bell rings, and you look up to see a disheveled and tired looking man shuffle inside and up to the counter. His voice is almost a little muffled by his wildly overgrown beard as he speaks, tentatively.

"Please... I'm very hungry..."