Being called out suddendly isnât something Min-Seo particularly enjoys, but given her worrisome and to an extent motherly nature, she canât not turn around to see who is referring to her and why. So, when she sees a stranger with a limpâmost likely brokenâarm struggling to open a juice carton, sheâs both puzzled and concerned. It doesnât take her long to figure that said slack limb might be the âmissing armâ he mentioned. The scenario, however, in its whole gives off a weird vibe. Maybe itâs the optimism and the smile on his face that throws her off. (Wouldnât an average person be pitifully weeping in pain?)
    âUm⊠AhâŠâ in lieu of helping straight away, Min-Seo hesitates, unsure whether she should just help or say something first. Worrying over this filmsy detail is something sheâd rather skip, but her mind absolutely has to follow the time-consuming procedure. You never know when itâs the right time to speak or stay silent, so in doubt, just say anything. Finally, she gulps, and with a feeble voice: âItâsâitâs. Okay. Can IâŠâ
Even if she seems to be asking permission, her hands are already grabbing the carton, keeping a firm hold on it as her free digits work open the cork. It requires little effort and less than twenty seconds, so when itâs opened she hands both the carton and the plastic cork back to him. Her face looks as apologetic as ever.
    â⊠Here you go.â
    How to end a peculiar encounter: step one, politely bow; step two, say goodbye; final step, pack your shit and leave to continue your daily life. (Min-Seo gulps again, and a single drop of cold sweat rolls down her neck.)
    âIs⊠is your arm alright?â
    Failed step one.
- âOh sweet! Thank you so much!â
  He was just about to take a good clunk from his newly opened juice carton, but he lowered the carton from his lips once she began to speak and question whether the state of his arm was okay. He lets out a light laugh and shrugs. His arm has seen better days, but it wasnât the first time he broke it anyway. So heâs sort of become accustomed to the whole âbreakingâ and fixing your arm procedure. His dad continues to scold him to this day.
-Â âMy arm is fine! I mean, itâs limb and useless- and I couldnât really lock my apartment door because of it.. Or open this juice carton.. But itâs fine! Really. Iâm just glad a goodhearted stranger like you wanted to open it!â
  Another light laugh escapes his lips and he now finally lets himself take a clunk of his juice. He slumps back onto the bench and lets out a content sigh, putting the carton next to him. Although he quickly straightened and stood up, holding out his only free hand.Â
- âOh yeah, Iâm Jack by the way! Iâm like- super glad you helped me with my thirst and opened the juice carton- so.. You know, introductions! I feel like I owe you one anyway.â
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