Barry walked into the office, confident about his qualifications.
“Hello, sir. Have a seat. I’m Asher Brown.” The man barely paid any attention to Barry. He sounded bored, like he had rushed through the introduction too many times before.
“Look, I’m getting too many applicants these days. What makes you better than the others?” he asked, finally looking up to acknowledge Barry.
“Well, you see,” Barry glanced over his shoulder to make sure no one else was around and started to unbutton his shirt.
“Woah! This isn’t that kind of interview, buddy.”
“No, it’s not that.” After he had gotten the first buttons undone, he peeled back his shirt to reveal a yellow lightning bolt, circled in white, and embedded on crimson. He could tell that Asher was unimpressed so he reached behind his head and slid his mask on, two yellow bolts protruded from the sides.
Barry smiled. “I’m the Flash! I can deliver packages faster than anyone. I won’t even need a truck!”
Asher chuckled, “We’ll call you.” Then waved him out.