She looked at me and said, "I think I'm sleepy… because I heard you say you wanted to work. Hmm… I must already be asleep. And this is a nightmare."
"You're not dreaming," I replied. "I want to help you out with chores."
"You want to be my house help while I pay you?" she asked, yawning.
"Yes," I said. "Just do whatever you want right now. I think I'm dreaming… or just feeling sleepy."
Anyhow, it turns out that in the morning I still have your signature, just in case the cops came for abuse of the famous celebrity Minho. I could just show them to prevent myself from going to jail.
I rolled my eyes at her. "Don't worry, your house won't end up like the kitchen," I said.
She looked at me, opened the door, and entered her room.
I looked at the door she had entered and stood there for a while. Then I got up, turned off the lights, and went to my room. I lay down, staring at the ceiling.
Who am I? It's kind of annoying when you can't figure out who you are or what your purpose is. Am I really a celebrity… or not?
It was really exhausting, and now I find myself stuck with a girl who's weird in every way. Hm… with that, I finally fell asleep.
Two days later…
I was done with cleaning the house like we had agreed two days ago. We had agreed that she would pay me, but for the past two days, she'd only paid once. Wow… so stingy.
Lost in thought, the front door suddenly burst open. A feisty little creature came in, holding a flower pot with flowers.
"I'm so happy!" she exclaimed, dropping the flower pot and smiling. "My boyfriend is coming back tomorrow, and my work leave is also close. And my house is always clean because I have a celebrity house help. Life can't be better than this!"
She looked at me, and I asked, "Is that why you won't knock before coming in?" as I went back to close the door.
"Aww, don't be angry. I'm happy—you should be too. Don't worry, I'll pay you today," she said, tapping my shoulder.
I looked at her tiny hands on my shoulder and then directly at her. "What about yesterday's payment?" I asked.
"What is a yesterday? We only know of today," she said, smiling.
Sigh… she never changes.
"By the way, what do you want to use the money for?" she asked, sitting down on the couch.
"A phone," I said.
"Ohhh… I don't know what you'll do with a phone, but oh well. What do you want to eat?" she asked.
"Anything you cook," I answered, sitting down. After the whole cooking disaster earlier, I had figured out that the girl could actually cook.
Just then, there was a knock on the door. We both looked at each other… and froze.