Getting out the door of her classroom five minutes late she walked in, the stares of classmates and the professor making her feel silly. "As I was saying, this is an introductory course to philosophy. .." he continued on and Mycha slapped her forehead and flipped through her phone. She was in the right classroom at the right time, but on the wrong day. She didn't have class for another hour! Quietly, she slipped back out of the room and stood there in disbelief. "What a numbskull." She said as she wrapped her arms around herself, stomach growling. That's it, you're getting fed you little demon, you." Walking back to her dorm room she could smell the food from various venders. Then she saw the food truck again. Pulling her backpack off of her shoulder she checked to see how much money she had in her wallet. She had enough. 
Mycha walked up to the window of the truck, trying to ignore the girls who sat nearby. "Ahem." She cleared her throat. "Excuse me."