Antonio browsed the selection of vending machine, coming to a halt when he realized that there was some sort of small shop built into the corner of the building. A closer look at the menu board above the stall showed that it was some sort of fried doughnut stall. He stepped up, peering past the empty counter. No one. He rang the bell, then there came a voice from the back, "Please wait!" Shortly after, a lady in a uniform which the staff was wearing in addition to this, she wore a sick mask, probably to prevent the hot oil from getting to her face. She placed large lump of dough into the metal funnel on the end of a long basin of oil. "Sorry about that," The lady waved, flicking the switches to operate the machine.<br/><br/>"Not a problem," He glanced at the setup, it was rather impressive. "I'll have five of them." The funnel was at the far end of the basin, below it were paddles of sorts, creating small waves in the oil. With a dull thunk, the first dough ring was ejected into the oil, the hot liquid boiling where it met the dough. As time went on, the ring expanded, before being flipped over by another paddle midway down the basin. The surface was a rich golden brown, the oil evaporating rapidly in the cool temperature, filling the air with its simple aroma. The dough ring bobbed down the basin, and upon reaching the other end of the basin, it was flipped over, into a basket. The lady popped her knuckles and got to work, picking up a paper bag to put the snacks in.<br/><br/>He paid for them and made to wander in front of the vending machines, moving past a small queue which had formed while he was waiting. He unrolled the top of the bag, pushing a doughnut up to the opening before taking a bite. Its brown outer surface was thin, but crispy. As he bit into it there was a subtle crunch as the brittle fried shell collapsed under the force of him biting into it. Its insides were soft and fluffy, a simple contrast in texture which certainly provided much impact. Not too much yeast was added, only to create a sufficiently fluffy texture. It began to melt in his mouth, its sweetness coating his palette. He took yet another bite, wandering back into the building to see what else he might have missed in the initial rush.