Ding dong!

“ I’ll get it! “

One of Osmin’s little siblings said, running to the door. They opened it to see you. You were a door to door salesperson! Dressed in a crisp outfit you’d ironed the night before like always, you smiled down at the small bunny-cat.

“ Why hello there! And who might you be?? “

You crouched down to meet the child’s height, giving them a more relaxed smile then your performative one for adults.

“ I’m Oakley! “

They smiled.

After a brief conversation, you and Oakley sat on the top step, talking over what you were selling, what Oakley was doing, school.. really just whatever came to mind— You probably wouldn’t meet your quota today. . . but the conversation was a nice break from the “ Big Kid World “ of jobs, taxes and work.

“ Oakley?? Oakley! Did you leave the door ope— “

Osmin approached and opened the door, seeing you both on the steps. He relaxed.

“ Hi Osmin! “

Oakley smiled.

“ . . . Hi Oakley. Who’s this? “

You two (You and Osmin) looked at each other, eyes meeting.

“ This is my friend! They’re old like you! They- They sell… uhm. . . “

Oakley looked at you.

“ What d’you sell again…?? “