“Dad, I’m leaving for work.”   “Again?” he responds.   “Ye.” I kiss him goodbye before as I walk away. “Ohh, I almost forgot. I’ll be working night shifts these next few days.”           **Cling Cling**     “Annyeonghaseyo, how may I—” I tilt forward to bow before realizing who actually walks in. “Go away.” I fix my posture before I could fully greet him.   “How could you talk to a customer like that??”   “Okay.” I look him in the eye. “If you’re not going to buy anything please leave~” I sweetly say as I give him a cutesy baby face.   “With a face like that? I’ll definitely buy something!” He runs to a refrigerator.       Pabo. I couldn’t tell if that was sarcasm or if he really meant it… Sarcasm I presume?   “How much?” A small cart of milk lays on the counter.   “$1.54” What? He was a customer.   He shoves his hand in his pocket to find any change.   “Having trouble??” I joke with him.   “I—I usually have my card… No, my manager usually pays for everything…”   “Uhhg,” I sound of disgust. “How irresponsible.”   He slams money onto the counter as the coins dance on the glass.   I slam my hand on the coins, killing their joy, “Kamsamida~” I sweetly say as I retrieve the money from the counter.   Immediately after paying, he takes the milk and opens it. As I register the money into the machine, I couldn’t help but look up at him.   I kissed those lips. The stupid thoughts ran through my hea