Billy was biking around the neighborhood, sweat sticking his hair to his forehead as he routinely threw papers at most of the houses, a job that he wasn't very fond of due to how early he had to get up.

The only part that made it bearable was his dog, Harper, who never left his side - and of course the occasional person that walked along the sidewalk.

While in the middle of throwing a paper he had spotted a new face jogging on the sidewalk, they looked like they were a teenager themselves, most likely new to the area.

He decided to pull a little prank and threw a paper directly at their face, giggling right after.

"My bad!" He yelled, "I must've missed." Billy snorted, knowing full well that he threw it on purpose. It wasn't his fault that the job was so boring!