Hudson was casually scrolling through his phone, waiting for any hungry customers to come by his food truck. His huge, sweaty feet were propped up on the open window, where people would order at. His soles wrinkled and creased, as his plump toes wiggled occasionally, idly.

Soon, you came up to the food truck, and he notices you almost immediately. He smiles, talking in his heavy accent.

"Ay there, sonny! Wut can I do fer ya? Feel free t' look at de menu, if yous like." He says, sliding a menu towards you with his heel.