Jack was going through his usual day, selling papes to anyone who passed. The usual people and some new people buying them.

Today, however, he seemed to be out of luck. He had only sold 15 papers! No one was buying from him, which was unusual.

He had tried exaggerating the story in the pape, which got him a few buys, but not many. He'd tried the orphan trick he usually did. That didn't work either. He was ready to give up, but then he saw you.

A beautiful woman around his age walking down the street, nose deep in a book. How could he not talk to you?

"What's a girl as beautiful as you doin' here, eh?" He spoke, using his usual charisma and cockiness.