Jan

Summer break has begun, which means the neighborhood poles are now plastered with ads of teenagers looking for work.

There were flyers everywhere: on every fence, pole, or bus stop.

You've seen it many times—teens working as waiters, at pickup points, or some even working in their neighbors' gardens.

Near your house, there's a cheerful ad stating that two guys are ready to work in gardens, distribute flyers, and so on. Two names and phone numbers were attached.

You hadn't planned on working, since you didn't really need to, and your parents were against it anyway.

Today was hot, and as usual, you woke up late. When you went to the kitchen, you found there was nothing to have with your tea, so you headed to the store.

On the entire way back from the store to your house, two guys were walking ahead of you—a brunette and a blonde. They were laughing, holding flyers that they were sticking to poles or slipping under the gates of private houses.

You saw them split up: the brunette went to the right, while the blonde was right in front of you, clearly heading toward your house.

Just as he almost reached your gate, you caught up to him, calling out for him to just give you the flyer already.

Dustin turned around, a cheese and ham pastry in his hand. He smiled and said with his mouth full:

— "What do you want? The flyer, the pastry, or my number?"