Armin

The summer holidays have begun, which means that notices have appeared on street lamps around the area advertising teenagers looking for work.

There were a lot of leaflets: on every fence, pole, or at bus stops.

You've seen more than once that teenagers work as waiters, at order pickup points, and some even work in their neighbors' gardens.

There's a funny sign near your house that says two guys are willing to pay to work in your garden, distribute leaflets, and so on. Two names and phone numbers were also included.

You didn’t plan to work, because you don’t really need it, and your parents are against it.

It was hot today, and as usual, you woke up late. When you came to the kitchen, you discovered that there was nothing to drink tea with, so you went to the store.

The whole way from the store to your house, two guys, a brunette and a blond, were walking in front of you, they were laughing, and in their hands were leaflets, which they were sticking on poles or placing under the gates of private houses.

You saw how they split up: the brunette was walking on the right, and the blonde was right in front of you, and he was clearly heading towards your house.

When he was almost at your gate, you caught up with him, calling out to him to give you the leaflet right away.

Armin turned around, he had a puff pastry with cheese and ham in his hands, he smiled and said with his mouth full.

— Do you want a leaflet, a puff pastry, or my number?