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Tuesday, January 13 2018
"We are expecting a rather violent snow storm this evening. Its suspected to last a good three days. Infact its suppose to drop below freezing tonight and its expected to stay that way leading into tomorrow morning..." The women on the small television exclaimed.
"Ugh.. Of all days She could have made me work..." Y/n sighed, looking out the window which reflected no other color but white.
"Well what can you do about it?" You coworker Dokyeom chuckled, mixing the batter.
Rolling your eyes you walked over to the oven placing the empty pan inside and pulling out the cooked bach, setting it on the table turning off the oven.
"Well I could go home b-"
"Then go home, ill cover for you."
You smiled. "..but! You didn't let me finish. I was going to say.. I need this job."
Cocking his brows he reminded you, "y/n you dads a billionaire, you said it yourself he's given you more than enough to buy a nice car, house, and then just sit on your ass all day, for the rest of your life."
"Yes but he's also only a billionaire because of his father and his fathers, father. Should i go on?"
Dokyeom quickly declined your offer waving you off with his towel. "Blah blah blah."
"Haha very funny. Hey can you go tell them they need to leave? Its a minute till closing time."
"What?! Why can't you do it?" Dokyeom complained.
"Because, one I have to stay late anyways remember? Im on clean up duty. Also I dont like kicking people out.. Besides, I think they're homeless.." You trailed off.
Dokyeom sighed. "Fine. But you owe me.."
"대박! 감사해요." (Awesome! Thank you.)
"I see you've been practicing." He commented.
You smiled.
He made his way to the simi-empty dinning room where a young man and a child sat. The man had a smile on his face as he listened to the small child, who from what I could understand was telling him about her day at daycare. I couldn't help but feel guilty. Trying not to think about it, I began throwing out old samples and displays that once sat in the display case, though I over heard Dk politely tell them they had to leave.
"Excuse me, sir.." He started.
Trying my best to make it seem like I wasn't there I slouched down behind the case. Listening to the small conversation between the two men, peaking around the corner. The male looked up at Dk, worry on his face as he pulled the small girl closer. she looked to be around three while the male looked to be in his late twenties. He had short brown hair and what looked to be a faint beard growing. He was wearing an old torn-up off white sweater, ripped black jeans, and a gray scarf. The girl on the other hand had oily black hair that was pulled into a ponytail. She was wearing a hoodie that was three sizes too large for her, an ankle length navy blue skirt, and a red bennie.
