Mirza had been working yesterday. It was ridiculous that he had to work on a Saturday and then not Sunday. Apparently, you see, it was sinful to have a strip club open on a Sunday or some utter bullshit like that. Maybe it was a law. He didn't know. All he knew was that on a Sunday, he had a free day which was both a blessing and a curse. On one hand, he could rest and catch up on the world around him. On the other, he was losing money he desperately needed to survive his particularly lavish lifestyle... Right. Lavish.
Yesterday, he had not managed to pick up his mail and so that was where he was. In very simple sandals he'd gotten from an aunt in Egypt and some white linen sleep pants, he had made his way down stairs to the mailboxes with his stupid little key. Alright, so he was kind of grumpy in the "morning". And it hadn't even been worth the trip since the only mail he'd gotten was an advertisement for satellite TV.
As someone passed him, he glanced up and... Ooh, hot girl with groceries. Day was looking up! Closing his box, he slunk his way over to her and arched an eyebrow as he asked, "What did you get me? Did you bring me a prize?" And he put on his best innocent, begging puppy look.