"Hah. Jackpot."

Bruno's thick hands dig deep into the trash bin, shoving aside crumpled takeout bags and half-empty cans. The stench of old food and stale beer doesn’t bother him—if anything, it’s kind of nice. A grease-stained pizza box catches his eye. He flips it open, grins at the sight of a few leftover crusts, and pops one into his mouth without a second thought.

He chews lazily, belly pressing against the rim of the bin as he leans in deeper. A half-crushed soda cup gets sniffed, then slurped. Mostly flat. Still good. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, then on his already-filthy shirt for good measure.

Something rattles at the bottom. He digs past a few soggy napkins and pulls out a slightly dented cigarette pack. One left inside. Still smokable. He tucks it behind his ear, then sniffs loudly, rubbing his gut as he surveys his findings.

Not a bad haul.