chivalry

Jacob opened the door for a lady in pink. She wore blonde hair, a flashy bag and a little dog. Probably Mr. D's guest, Jacob thought. He always has pretty women visitors. As the woman passed without a glance, Jacob shut the door behind her. It was, after all, his job. To open doors without question, without a word. And they gladly paid him for his silence. They paid him for this blatant advertisement of chivalry because they couldn't be bothered to do the same.

Jacob stared into the street. It seemed so vast and pleasant, a road leading towards better things. It led to his home, eventually, across the harbor where he grew up. The money here was good though, so he worked here. Here, at least in a safe neighborhood, and expensive enough that he made extra during the holidays. It was just so lonely. He barely uttered any words, except on occasion to the other employees, but they resided inside. He had to stay outside by himself until the night man came. Roy was cheerful, but by that time, Jacob was ready to head home.

A young, well-dressed gentleman caught Jacob's eye as he ran across the street. He dodged a car, laughed and headed towards Jacob's door.

"Hello." Jacob just stared at him.
"Hello, is this 315 Pine?" the man asked. Jacob nodded.
"Oh, thank goodness. This is what they arranged? You must be Jacob. They told me a fine gentleman would be at the door. It's really great meeting you, I hope to see you later," the gentleman spoke delightfully and handed Jacob a bill.
"Thank you, sir."
"Please, call me John." Jacob nodded and smiled.