episode_0022

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The week went by faster than I thought.

I had a hard time learning the job on my own, and she was busy harassing other team members.

Team members also had a hard time with the increased workload, and the fact that the proportion of people working overtime increased compared to before is evidence of this.

Perhaps because they were determined to leave work early on Friday, the team stayed until late Thursday and got what they wanted.

Mina, who confirmed that the instructions were followed, did not particularly stop them from leaving work early.

Saturday came like that.

What she said about coming to get me wasn’t nonsense.

‘I thought you were waiting at the entrance of the officetel.’

I laughed out loud when I saw her standing close to the front door.

When you see things like this, you realize, ‘She’s obsessed, too.’

Still, this is cute.

They don’t stab you with a knife or put strange drugs in it.

She could have just texted or knocked on the door to say she was at the door, but she seemed oddly hesitant.

Since there was no movement for about ten minutes, I decided to move first.

“Have you been waiting for a long time?”

After dressing casually in jeans and a shirt, I opened the door and went out.

“No, I just arrived.”

She was wearing slacks and a blouse.

Instead of her usual black office look, Mina wore bright, spring-like clothes.

She smiled like a spring flower.

“You’re wearing pretty clothes.”

When I gave her a compliment that was a 7:3 mix of sincerity and lip service, she smiled.

“Thank you. Inho is always so cool, I can’t help but notice his clothes.”

After exchanging well-wishes like brothers, we headed to the company.

Unfortunately, neither of us had a car, so we took public transportation back to work.

Come to think of it, do I have a license here?

The office was empty on the weekend, and she, who had become a passionate teacher, taught me the work.

Nothing much happened while I was learning the job.

– Can you give me the mouse for a moment?

And stick close to me.

– good job. It looks like what I was doing didn’t go anywhere.

While stroking your head.

– You sat there for a long time, right?

Massage your shoulders.

– sleep.

Before I knew it, he brought me coffee and held it to my cheek.

Except what you do.

Regardless of her actions, she explained things in a really easy to understand way, so it was easy to understand.

If we do well, wouldn’t we be able to do about 0.9 servings starting next week?

***

Eat lunch in the middle, go back to work, and repeat.

We lost track of time and almost missed the movie.

Since we didn’t have a car, we hurriedly packed our bags and ran to the movie theater.

Fortunately, we arrived at the movie theater in time, exchanged tickets, and each bought a Coke.

When I asked him if he didn’t like popcorn, he said he didn’t like it because his hands got greasy.

Still, caramel popcorn is delicious.

“It’s already too late to buy it, but try the caramel popcorn. It’s really delicious.”

“Is that so? But you don’t have a chance to eat popcorn unless you go to the movie theater, right?”

She replied, looking for row J.

“That’s right.”

“Then I guess I should come one more time. With Mr. Inho.”

She muttered as she sat down.

The movie started, and we focused on it without saying anything.

Her fingers brushed against the hand on the armrest from time to time, but nothing more happened.

Only after the movie ended and the ending credits rolled did she stand up.

“Wow, that was fun.”

“Still, I’m glad I picked a good one.”

“Actually, it’s been a long time since I’ve been to the movie theater, so I think anything would have been fun.”

When I asked him, he said he hadn’t been to the movie theater for about four years.

Well, just looking at him, he’s a workaholic… I think he comes to work even on weekends.

On our way out to dinner, we headed to the arcade at the movie theater.

Originally, I was going to go straight to dinner, but it seemed like her eyes were fixed on the arcade and she wouldn’t leave, so I wisely changed my destination.

“This is my first time in an arcade.”

“Then you probably don’t know anything about games.”

Well, what would be better?

“How about this? It’s a game we play together. It’s a game where you kill zombies with a gun.”

“Wow! It’s a gun.”

Holding a rather heavy gun-shaped controller, she pointed it at the screen a few times and laughed.

How have you lived so long that this is your first time seeing something like this?

“Okay then let’s go?”

Insert a coin and start.

The game started with a loud sound.

I’m very familiar with the game grammar, so I aimed appropriately and knocked off the zombies’ heads, but she was moving her body and even taking cover.

This isn’t a game that’s been implemented that well.

“Die!”

I was thinking of saying, ‘That’s not how you do it.’ I quit after seeing her completely immersed and enjoying it.

Because games are meant to be fun. What method is important?

Aside from enjoying it, it’s a secret that she died so quickly because her skills were such that she was a complete troll.

***

We came to the steakhouse.

Is it because I live like a noob in the original world? If it costs more than 20,000 won per meal, it is burdensome.

Even now.

“It’s all expensive.”

When I looked at the menu and mumbled, she put her hands on her hips and raised her head.

“Mr. Inho. Do not worry. Because I live today.”

The exact opposite of her appearance at work. This is precious.

We decided to order a variety of menu items to share, and we talked about the movie we saw today and the arcade.

“I felt that technology had really advanced. How can I hit the screen and pull the trigger to shoot the monsters inside?”

“Hmm… It’s complicated to explain…”

“I was a little bad today and couldn’t beat the first part, but next time you’ll catch me and try to beat it to the end.”

“To do that, I think you need to cancel your savings account.”

“Yes?”

“No.”

While we were talking, the food came out.

As the food was placed on the table, I reflexively pulled back, and she looked at me with puzzled eyes.

“What are you doing?”

“Oh, I was wondering if you were taking a picture.”

If you want to take pictures of food, it doesn’t have to appear on the screen.

“Photo? Oh, a picture of food? I don’t take pictures. There is no place to post it. Other employees take pictures, but I don’t really understand why they do that.”

She said, tossing the pasta with a fork.

“Well, it’s a difference in perspective.”

He cut the steak and placed it on her plate.

“Difference in perspective?”

She asked back, putting the pickle plate next to me.

“Although food photos themselves have no meaning, they help us recall memories of that day. The photo.”

Nod nod. Her head moved.

“They say people forget more than you think. The concept is not to forget it completely, but to save it somewhere deep.”

I quench my thirst with water and continue speaking.

“If there is a medium, hidden memories can be revived.”

“Then this photo becomes the medium.”

“That’s right. Forget bad memories, and recall good memories by looking at photos. So wouldn’t it be good later if you took pictures of the small, enjoyable moments in your daily life?”

“That makes sense. Should I try it too?”

She picked up her phone and took a picture of the half-eaten food.

-click.

-click.

The shutter sounded a few times, and she asked me.

“Oh, please tell me how to do that Instagram.”

“Yes, can you give me your cell phone for a moment?”

I took her phone, created an Instagram ID, and handed it to her.

“You will learn how to use it quickly. Start by posting something simple.”

“Thank you. Oh, by the way, Mr. Inho.”

She posts a photo she just took and calls me out.

“Yes?”

“Inho, how do you know this well if you don’t do it well?”

“Because that’s what friends do.”

“Woman?”

“Yes?”

She smiles and glares at me.

“Are you a woman?”

“Uh….”

“It’s a woman.”

I said nothing and turned my eyes to the steak.