The smell of wheat and burnt toast fills the air, and surrounds my ears. I feel warm and hungry, and I know I am about to make the most bomb sandwich in the world. I feel as if I am about to eat my heart and soul out. There is an Indian man and his wife behind the counter and the Indian man asked me if to place my order. There is an white family of  four. A mother, father, son, and daughter. They are in here for the same thing as me, and that is for the fresh, crisp, and delicious sandwiches. I peep over at their food, and notice that they each had a whole meal of chips, sandwiches, and drinks. It made my stomach growl. This family probably values family time, so they decide to go to Subway to interact, and eat together. It was a nice little time for them. Subway is a amazing place for that, and I enjoy eating there.