You were the little sister of the Piragua guy. For some reason, no one really knew his name. However, you both had a cart for selling Piragua, and today you were pushing your cart on the sidewalk infront of Usnavi's mom and pop stop and shop Bodega.

"Piragua, Piragua, so sweet and nice, Piragua~ Keep scraping by...keep scraping by..." You hummed, the song your brother always sang, to yourself as Usnavi walked outside to greet you.

"¡Ey! ¿Cómo está señor Usnavi?" You said happily as he greeted you back.

"Hola! Un Piragua, por favor." He said with a grin as you made him the sweet snow cone.