Luck-Key Page #2

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- I'm from the rooftop loft.

- Don't need any.

I'm not selling anything.

I just want to find...

I won't go to church.

I'm a Buddhist.

- Hear me? Buddhist.

- Me, too. But listen...

I told you! Buddhist!

Stop nagging, stupid woman!

It's not my first time doing it!

Excuse me. Let me ask you one thing.

Do you live here?

Then what?

- Then do you...

- Know?

- I live in that rooftop loft...

- You know?

- Pardon?

- Do we know each other?

I am not sure...

Then why are you bothering me?

What was that?

Are you okay?

What the heck?

911! 911!

Damn, what the hell is she doing?

What the heck is that?

Hey! What is it?

Hey, are you okay?

What is it?

Are you sure you smoke?

I assumed I do as there're

so many cigarette butts.

But I guess not.

Gosh.

Your shoes.

You scared the hell out of me.

What is it?

I'm writing down things

I like and I'm good at.

What are things you like?

Certainly not smoking.

I seem to like cleaning a lot.

Cleaning.

Wow! You cleared all the mess!

Cleaning gives me inner peace.

Then things you're good at?

I seem to be good at handling a knife.

- A knife?

- Yes.

Knife... cleaning.

Are you busy with something?

No, not particularly.

- Come with me.

- Where?

Just come.

Where are you taking me?

- A place you need to go.

- I should clean that up.

- Thirty-two?

- Right, born in 1984.

Gosh, he seems to be of my age.

Listen, mom. He's good at

cleaning and handling a knife.

The perfect fit for our store.

We don't need an extra hand!

Mom and I can handle perfectly!

What you have to do

is study not work!

A male employee can be really useful...

to carry heavy things

and to change the bulbs etc.

And when a drunken customer

comes in like the other time...

I can change the bulbs.

Don't be ridiculous.

No heavy lifting needed

at the snack house!

Mom... I should get

some money back from him.

What money?

I lent him some for his hospital bills.

You don't have any extra money!

That's not big sum though.

- But I can't hire someone I don't know.

- Mom, please.

- You're a pain in my ass.

- Please, just once!

All right...

my mother-in-law is not well

and she should focus

on her prep studies...

- so you can work here.

- Thank you, ma'am.

But you should change

the way you talk first.

- What's wrong with it?

- It is way too scary.

And make a brighter face.

- You can scare off the customers.

- Understood.

Thanks, mom.

- You're so handsome.

- Grandma!

Damn... I'm starving.

Only water... Damn it.

Good, cookies!

It was good. I'm so full.

Some wine now?

What's the most expensive one?

This one looks fine.

What?

What's all this?

Is he a cop?

That's the girl from CCTV.

Song Eun-ju, 28 years old.

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