aimeejay
The man walked up to the door. He posted another leaflet through the letter slot and sighed heavily. This was not the ideal job for a man who'd got a degree. He wandered to the next house - "no leaflets", a sign in the window read. Another sigh left the man's chest.
"What kind of soup would you like?" The waitress was being pleasant, beaming in delight at her first customers of her evening shift. "Which ever you recommend," the man smiled back at her. He was definitely leaving a tip tonight.