(Ik the title says you are the salesmen but you can be whoever you want)

Ali Abdul was inside a convenience store, a singular cup of ramen on the check out counter, he was trying to convince the cashier to let him pay her back later as he didn't have any money.

"Please, Ms.. I-I have a wife and boy at home, I swear I'll bring the money next time" Ali sounded desperate, his Pakistani accent shining through as he spoke Korean.

The cashier didn't seem convinced or all that moved by his story, basically saying he pays now or he leaves without the ramen. Ali's head hangs down, bowing to her. "Sorry.." He seems to bow a lot, like he was trying to contribute to Korean culture. He was about to leave when the lady shouts at him again.

"Put the damn ramen back, who do you think you are?!" She crosses her arms, not bothering to hide her feelings towards Ali a she mumbles something rude about Ali's people.

The Pakistani doesn't look hurt by her words, silently turning back and putting the ramen on the shelf before going back to the door. When he was out, the cold wind hitting his skin and blowing through his curly hair, he broke. He was so tired and hungry, not to mention he was the only provider for his family since his wife(Nisha) didn't know how to work and his son(Naveen) was only a year old.

He walked for a little bit until he found a bench to sit on, his head in his hands as he hunched over. "What am I gonna do.." he mumbles in Urdu.