'where are you working?' he asks, he placed the cup on the mini table infront. 'in a restaurant, am working as a cashier.' he mouthed 'oh', 'how old are you now?' he's trying to make a conversation to keep her company. He wants to know more about her. He's exhausted but he wants to be with her even for a while. She smiles, anticipating his next questions. 'am 23, am an only child, my parents doesnt want to move here, they really treasure our little home in busan, my parents work in the market, vendors in short' she says straight. She isnt denying anything, she's proud of them, never felt ashame even once. He nods his head. 'and what about you? Where are your family?' it's her turn to ask. He looks at her. 'they're in new york, my brother suffered an accident that's why i needed to be there, i also had to attend some comany meetings in exchange of my brother. Our company was lacked of management that's why they asked me to replace him for a while, my father is too old to handle the case' he explains.