HandsomeRob enters the streets wearing his pinstriped suit... with a few old lady purses under his armpit, he decides to enter the streets and ask if anyone is looking to recruit him.

"Hello folks. I am just merely a handsome man by the name of Rob and I'm looking for work. Anyone interested in a handsome man?"

HandsomeRob waits patiently for a good suitor. Hopefully its someone who isn't intimidated by his handsomeness.

HandsomeRob came back out to the streets. Not many took notice of him when he first approached the masses. Perhaps it's because the day was slow. It was winter after all and the weather around the country was very chaotic in some places. Anyways he knew everyone was busy, it definitely wasn't because he was an ugly guy. He was the most handsome man that ever dawned the streets.

"Is there no one else interested in recruiting a handsome man? Surely there has to be someone willing to take on the daunting task of recruiting someone so handsome..."

HandsomeRob goes back to the shadows, getting ready to pounce on the next old lady to steal her purse.

SeriousMobster was selling boots when he turned and noticed a handsome man in the streets. Luscious hair, an intimidating physique, and a bespoke suit proved quite attractive to the ladies who swooned as they passed him by. SeriousMobster, a well-known aspiring businessman in the area, decided to approach the man.

"Good day sir. I must admit, I am immediately jealous of your outward appearance. Do you intend to get into the boot selling business? Surely you will put my enterprise to its early grave!"

SeriousMobster folded his arms and put on a mean face in front of the devilishly handsome, Rob. 

HandsomeRob recognized the well-known aspiring businessman. After looking him up and down, he figured the man was from the Motor City. Dressed sharp and warm... must've been cold already in Detroit. HandsomeRob was definitely intrigued by the man and decided to confront the businessman.

"Don't be jealous good sir... my parents weren't very handsome either but then produced the most handsome man of all-time. I can try the boot selling business. Do you need a handsome looking man to advertise for you? Perhaps I can help you sell some boots?"

HandsomeRob realized the man worked for his new boss Bogdan. He was very eager to meet new mafiosi and move on from robbing old ladies and their cheap asses.

"Well, um. Yes. Of course, advertising, yes. Er, selling."

Flustered, SeriousMobster started reaching for his wallet.

"Wait a second! I don't need to buy any boots from you! I'm the boot salesman! Not you!"

SeriousMobster started walking away from the devilishly handsome Rob before turning back and pointing his finger. In a gruff tone, he said: "My parents were both handsome. My uh moth-, I mean, father. And my mother was pretty too. Stay away from my business. I will see you at the headquarters later. And we'll talk."

SeriousMobster stormed back toward his boot selling location on the sidewalk on the opposite corner and merely squinted his eyes and furrowed his eyebrows at HandsomeRob. This distraction wasn't selling any more boots.