Yamiko Huno's stomach growled.
"Food," she muttered. Yamiko stood up from her traditional position on the couch in front of the TV and drifted into the kitchen.
She started with the fridge, opening the door and bending over to examine all the shelves. "Syrup, butter, eggs... eggs you have to cook. Rotten cabbage. SInce when did I have cabbage?" She drifted to the freezer.
"Chicken tenders, ice, more ice... chicken you have to cook too. Let's see... nope, more ice still." Yamiko drifted to the cabinets.
"Peanut Butter, bread, no jelly though. Let's see. refried beans. I HATE beans. Um... ah! Mandarin Oranges!" she pulled the can from the cabinet. "And it even has a pull tab! Hurah for no can openers!" she wandered over to the rack, grabbed a fork, opened the can, threw away the lid and dug in.
After Yamiko had finished the can of Mandarin Oranges and thrown it away, she scowled."Still hungry," she muttered to herself. She cast a glance around the room.
"Damn... I might have to coo-" DING-DONG!
Yamiko drifted to the door of her small apartment, and opened it. Sulking in front of her was a high school boy, maybe three years younger than her, with vibrant orange hair and reddish eyes. "WOuld you like to buy some chocolate?" he said in a bored voice. Yamiko's eyes lit up.
"YOU'RE A GOD SEND! AN ANGEL!" she cried, jumping up and hugging him. POOF!