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Keiko blankly stared at the sign in front of her to one of the doors in the back room. She had a hard enough time reading in her native language, let alone Korean. Every time she tried to make heads or tails of a character or line, it would suddenly move on her. After so many passes and configurations in her head as to what the words could be, she felt a presence behind her. With a slightly red face, she turned. “I’m sorry, is this the door you’re supposed to be in or something like that?” she asked, doing her best to press on a smile despite her embarrassment.
J-Boom didn’t answer the question immediately, just gave a stare since the answer should be so obvious -- that he clearly wasn’t supposed to be in the room behind the door. Part of him wondered if she was joking.
When he didn’t hear a response to that, he figured that apparently it must not be obvious after all.
“Do I look like a janitor?” He retorted, crossed his arms. “And you don’t look like one either. So, tell me, is there a particular reason you’re standing here squinting at the janitor’s closet?”
