You continued your routine of going door to door to people’s houses trying to sell your job’s projects, but only succeeding to annoy people and have doors slammed in your face. In short, you hated your job. You hated it, but it was the only way to pay the bills so you accepted it.
You worked for an unknown gaming company which constantly had you going around selling new items they made. Too bad that the neighborhoods your boss sent you to usually consisted only of middle age people who didn’t have a clue of what you said when you attempted to explain video games to them.
The latest product that you were supposed to sell were new gaming headphones that the company you worked for had only recently come out with. So far, you didn’t even sell one. If you continued to stay in the neighborhoods that your boss assigned you to, you’d never manage to sell any. Straying away from your assigned neighborhood, you made your way into a different one.
An hour passed by in the new neighborhood and you still barely made any sales. You walked over to the last mini apartment complex in the neighborhood and stood right in front of the stairs, contemplating whether or not it would be worth it to even try. The apartment was shabby and rundown; the owner probably couldn’t even afford the apartment itself let alone a computer. Figuring that you had nothing to lose, you walked up the stairs.
When you reached the top of the stairs, you walked over to the nearest door and knocked on it. You waited for someone to answer but after waiting several minutes, no one ever did. If you listened close enough, you could hear the faint noises of a video game being played from inside the room. There was someone there but they were just ignoring you! You bent down and peeked into the room through the mail slot and saw a purple haired, teenager playing a videogame on his laptop.
“I know you’re there,” you said, irritation dripping into your words as you noticed that the guy didn’t even seem startled that you were still there.
“So?” he responded, never looking away from his game.
“So, it’s common courtesy to open the door when someone knocks.”
“Not when you’re one of those annoying sales people,” he piped.
You had no good response to that. Even you had to agree that your line of work was annoying, but if you had a choice to work somewhere different, you’d take it in an instant.
You paid closer attention to the surroundings of the room which was hard considering that you still had to look through the tiny slit of the mail slot. You noticed that next to his laptop was a pair of broken gaming headphones. Time for you to swoop in for the sale.
“It must be so annoying to play video games without headphones,” you pointed out.
“Your point is?” he asked irritated, most likely annoyed that you were still around.
“I was just thinking that you’d probably love a new pair. Good thing that’s exactly what I’m selling.”
That got his attention. Finally putting his game on pause, he stood up and walked over to the door before opening it. “What kind of headphones?” he asked, seemingly intrigued since it was a topic he liked.
You explained your company’s brand of headphones and mentioned some of their other products.
“Never heard of that company,” he said.
“It’s not very popular but all the products are top of the line,” you guaranteed.
“I’ll buy a pair.”
After you sold him the product, you stuck around a bit longer to talk about video games with him which soon turned into the two of you playing video games together inside the apartment. When he was teaching you how to play a game that you had never played before, a blonde haired guy walked into the small apartment and threw a fit.
“What on Earth is that?!” he exclaimed, staring at you like you were an alien.
“It’s a girl, Ashiya,” the purple haired guy sighed. “I thought even you would know what a girl is.”
“What is she doing here?!” the guy, Ashiya, fumed.
“Playing video games, what else?” the purple haired guy shrugged casually.
“You know you can’t invite strangers in the apartment! It’s too dangerous!” He started ranting on about the dangers of strangers and some other stuff in a breakneck speed which started making you really worried.
“What's his problem?” you asked the purple-haired guy.
“He's just jealous that I actually have friends,” he replied.
Ashiya finally finished his rant which had left him breathless. After he had caught his breath, he turned to the purple haired guy and screamed, “Get her out now!”
Figuring that was your cue to leave, you stood up and made your way towards the door. Before you left, you realized you still didn’t know the purple haired guy’s name.
“Hey, wait,” you said. “What’s your name?”
“Lu- Urushihara,” he stuttered. “Yours?”
“(F/N).”
“I’ll be seeing you around, (F/N).”
After you left, you couldn’t help but be excited for the next time you got to see Urushihara. He was a great gamer and already a better friend than anyone else you knew. You then realized that it was because of your crappy job did the two of you meet. Maybe your job wasn’t so bad after all.
