The little brunette haired boy who stood no taller than 85 centimeters hummed happily as he sniffed the peach and took a bite. The woman who owned the peach stand sighed and she couldn't help but smile. She often paid no attention to it, she had known the child since he was an infant and his mother. She knew she would get her payment. The ginger male was picking 3 fresh tomatoes for the pasta sauce he was going to make from scratch tonight; he put the tomatoes in the tan bag he had on his shoulder and when he turned around he saw his son eating a peach.