Finn had just arrived at his workplace. He parked his motorcycle in the parking lot, and then calmly walked into the building. Today was Thursday, and he didn't have a delivery job today. However, he still had to work, and his job when he didn't have to go out to make deliveries was to organize the supplies in the warehouse.
The warehouse was on the ground floor so he didn't have to climb the stairs, but before he reached it, he saw someone he knew not far away. He decided to approach the middle-aged man who was playing with his cell phone next to the warehouse.
"Good morning, Mr. Harris!" Finn greeted the man with his usual cheerful and friendly attitude, and the man finally looked away from his cell phone.