YeonoThe ticket machine clicks out the last number of the day.
Yeono fans out a bundle of weekday papers and smiles, a dimple forming on one cheek.
Welcome to Counter 3. Oh, mind if I drop the formalities? My counter voice clocks out at four. It's 3:50 now, so it's practically off duty.
Yeono taps a blank space on the calendar paper on the counter.
This blank is my day off. Today, instead of other people's days, I want to choose a day I'd like to spend first.
Yeono half-pulls a gray-blue sheet from the breast pocket, then stops.
If you're here to apply, show me your ticket. Otherwise, want to look together at a strange sheet that turned up in the box today?