***Flashback***                   **ClingCling**           “Chogiyo, is anyone here??” I poke inside to look for any life source. None, so I walk in with the two legs I have, and pat my thighs—nervously for some reason. Suspicious I look.      “Yah? Who are you?”     I flinch at the sight of a childish looking girl popping from behind the counter.     “Uhm… I see that there’s a piece of paper stuck on outside of the window and it says that you guys are accepting workers?? If I am correct??”     “OHHH! Omo! You had me scared for a moment!”     Full of life she seemed.     “You looked like you were planning to steal something!” she continued.     She was very young. Younger than me perhaps?? “So… Is there supposed to be like an interview or something? A sign-up sheet maybe??”     “Actually… No one has wanted to accept the job, so if you’d like! You can just have the job!”     “Uhm?? Aren’t you just another worker here though??”     “No. Well yeah, but no. Technically, I own the place.”     OWN THE PLACE?! Such a young girl?!     She continues, “my daddy owns this place… But he’s too lazy so he never comes; he makes me come instead because somebody hasta’ run this place. Therefore, I am practically the owner of this place.”       “Ahh. Okay. So do I start work?”     “Hmm?” She completely forgot. “Oh yeah huh. Well I couldn’t work here alone. I’ve been at it for a few months now and I’ve been doing fine, but I’d like some company and it’s kind of scary being the only girl running this place.”       “I’m sorry, but may I ask your name?? Since you’re kind of my new boss?”     “Ohh! My name’s Heo Min Seon, but I just go by Min. What’s your name?”     “You can call be Soyul.”     “Great! Now. Get to work.”     ALREADY?!     “Ahha, may I ask what work I havta’ do?”     “What do I usually do??” She mumbles to herself. “You can dust the food counters.”     “Okay. Off to work then.”     “Mhmm.” She sat in a chair and began to work at her fingernails.     I bet she never even did much.         I’ve been working for a few weeks now. It’s not that hard working. It’s quite easy really. Min and I barely talk. We make awkward eye contact like every day; I try to say hi or start a conversation, but she always avoids my questions or acts as if she didn’t even hear me.       --how conversations usually go—     Me; “Hi Min!” waves. Min; Turns away.     ~Other days     Me; “Hey Min! How’s work?” Min; “Fine.” Walks away.     ------------------     Me; “Min! How’s your father?” Min; “Don’t dare talk about such a subject to me.” Walks away.     ------------------     Yeahh…. They never really worked out pretty.     I was stacking cans. Oh! There she was! She never really appeared inside when I was working. She was always hiding from me or something, always texting on her phone. I assume she has a boyfriend of some sort?       “Min—”     “I’m not in the mood.” She says as she brushes her hair into the air and walks the other way.     I’ve had enough of her. “YAHH!” she turns around and gives me a startled look. “WHAT IS YOUR PROMBLEM?! CAN’T YOU EVEN SAY A SINGLE ‘HEY SOYUL!!’ OR SOMETHING?!?!”     “I’m sorry. Is that something I’m required to do?” She bit back fast. “But uhm, should you be talking to your boss this way? It’s really easy to get fired with a