“In so much as you can afford this, what would you have?”

He thought about it for a moment, looking over the baked goods, his mouth watering at these things he had not tasted in years. He counted the coins one more time for good measure. Truthfully he couldn’t afford any of it but his heart won the game as he pointed to the chocolate croissant on the corner. “A good choice. Just made these this morning.”
She handed him the bread and his hands shook. He wanted to express some meaning of gratitude but looking at the clerk he could tell it was just a transaction to her. And how could it be anything else? She lived here in spledor in one of the few cities left on Earth. She did not know what it was like out there. To hold a piece of bread like this in most parts was a delicacy. And to her it was something she baked daily. He shuffled off his steps shaky taking him to a small table in the corner. Slowly he studied the croissant, the chocolate peeking out on the edges. He took a bite with joy he hadn’t experienced in years.
It was just a croissant but a tear hit his eye, knowing he had finally made it back to some small part of the world he left behind. Maybe he could call this place home.