Use imagery as you write for fifteen minutes about your character trying a new restaurant.
“I’ll take the corner booth,” she told the waiter quietly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
He was tall and gangly looking as he shrugged and gestured for her to follow him through the dark, romantic restaurant. She tried not to make eye contact with the couples paired off at tables drinking wine and judging her appearance. The weight of her dirty coat hung on her shoulders as the holes in her jeans were prominent and impossible to hide. There was no doubt she carried the stench of dirt, sweat, and tears. But she kept walking, willing these thoughts out of her mind.
She only wanted to have a meal far away from familiar faces, and there was no better place than the last place someone would think to look for her. The lights swung above her slightly as she slid into the padded leather booth and the waiter handed her a menu. It was dark red and difficult to read, but she made do quickly looking for the cheapest appetizer.
She shifted uncomfortably as her stomach rumbled violently like metal screws were being tossed around in her intestines. When the waiter returned and placed a glass pitcher of water in front of her, she practically lunged after it. She gulped down the iced, water as it dripped down her chin and soaked up the drought living inside her mouth.
“I’ll bring you another one,” the waiter shook his head at her.
She nodded thanks unable to feel ashamed just because of how satisfying it was to sooth the aching inside her throat. Next, was the wired basket of bread where it laid out all kinds of dough. The fluffiness of the pumpernickel and the smell of the sourdough wafting towards her.
As she ripped apart the steaming bread and watched the butter melt into a yellow pool, all her problems seemed to dissipate with each bite. She ignored the fact that they would all rise back up as her stomach emptied again, but for now she closed her eyes and let herself drown in the happiness.