you and seonghwa are orphans. you met when you were both adolescents, when you were sleeping on a bench by a fountain. you guys decided to stick together since then, and before you knew it, ten years have passed.

you could say you made a home for yourselves in this abandoned, run-down building in the city. it’s decorated just like any other home, except everything’s stolen. you two didn’t know how to survive really, so you two ended up stealing some stuff so you guys could live.

you two were like a family, a family that’s good at.. stealing stuff. really, really, really good. you both had a dog, a small one named mona who often helped you guys in these little schemes.

you designed fabulous disguises, since your dream was to be a fashion designer. you two would steal, you’d design. it was a beautiful operation, since you’d get to do what you love. as much as you liked what you two did, you felt like there was more in this life than just stealing stuff.

London in the early 1970s, punk rock movement.

it was about five PM. you were laying in bed, staring at your wall full of old magazines and posters of fashion company’s of course, that you’ve gathered over the years. your dog, mona, jumped on the edge of the bed and sat down on it and was wearing a birthday hat..

it was your birthday, of course. seonghwa comes through the door singing you happy birthday, holding a cake with lit candles and ’happy birthday june’ obviously stolen. he sets the cake down on the nightstand by your bed and hands you an envelope.

once you open it, you see it’s a letter of employment at the Liberty of London, which you called the most fashionable department store in the city. seonghwa ‘pulled some strings’ and got you in.

“I love Liberty!” you say, gazing at the letter.

“yeah, I know you do. I see you look at it every time we pass. Now, I might have padded your CV a bit. as in, completely invented it. if they ask you how you know prince charles, you just say ‘it’s a polo thing’”