~*articulate what forever smoulders*~

You open the door to a pimple-faced youth, who doesn't see you as he has dropped a folder full of loose papers and is trying frantically to pick them up. Feeling annoyed, as he is obviously selling something, you think about closing the door on him. But, of course, that's when he notices you. Standing up, he grins stupidly and begins his sales spiel. Focusing on a particularly large red spot on his cheek, you wait for him to pause so you can politely decline his offer. After what seems like ten minutes, he goes to take a breath so you tell him you're not interested. But there's something that makes you change your mind.