Kimberly walked through the double doors of the cafeteria, the smell of mediocre food hitting her like a brick wall. Her belly grumbled impatiently, demanding to be filled. She rubbed her empty stomach, searching for something to stuff down her throat. She strutted the length of the room, checking each area of the food bar for something appealing.
The pizza? completely inedible.
The pasta? overcooked as always.
The salads? Please.
Kimberly continued her search, and eventually...
