Short interlude

While business wasn't exactly slow, it wasn't fast either. Over the next 20 minutes or so she received a few pies, 2 in particular from someone who had great aim. The next time there was a lull, one of the people helping out at the stall started warning Katherine.

“Come on, you need to be selling this experience, we're raising money for charity here and I've barely heard a peep from you. You made all the effort into getting dressed up to make a nice target for these people and yet you've barely said a thing to tempt them. We want them to want to see you messy, we want you to try and tempt them to not just throw a pie but to pay the extra to smush it directly in your face. Start flirting, you know guy's love to see a helpless damsel, let them know how much you appreciate it as they pour the custard over your face, how much your grateful they're supporting the charity, but would they be willing to give you a pie sandwich instead of just a straight pie?”

Katherine's mind started racing, it was bad enough to me the target for all this mess – she still had so much time to go, but now she was expected to pretend she was enjoying it, to upsell people to make her even messier? Oh god, she was going to kill her friend for getting her into this.

“Okay Katherine, come on, let's see if you can begin with this guy here” the assistant gestured at the guy who was now walking up.

“Oh no, not now, anyone but him”