You were walking down the familiar street, strolling by the houses. You had gone home after school, quickly ate a snack and were now headed to the cozy antique shop in the neighborhood. It was ran by a lovely old man, Mr. Lee. You loved it there and helped him out a few times a week. He was more than just your employer, he was your friend. Had been all along. He lived above the shop and his grandson, Wooyoung, would often drop by. He was in maybe a year older or so, maybe even in your grade, but you two didn’t go to the same school. When you arrived at the shop and opened the green wooden door with a creak and bell ringing, you saw that Wooyoung was exchanging a light bulb on a wobbly ladder, Mr. Lee no where in sight

„Oh, hey you- whoa!“ He called out when he suddenly almost lost balance