Willow sighed as she cleaned the glasses. she was behind the counter taking over Benny's spot while another female bartender ran the counter.
''Lucy'' Willow called the name of the lady standing beside her.
''Yes, Tete, what is it?''
''Lucy, which kind of death is less painful? Do you think dying by suicide or murder? Well, any of them results in death, right?'' she asked and answered the question for herself.
Lucy chuckled and asked, ''why do you look so lost?''
''I think my luck has run out. I'm about to go to jail. Who will take care of my Ed?''
''What are you talking about?''
''Lucy, go to VIP room 3 with one 1998 vintage wine. Fatie Tete, the counter is yours to man tonight. We have less customers today, so you can manage, right? Why the hell is Josh late again?'' Miss Jyeon stood across the counter and looked at Willow.
''Yes, Miss Jyeon''
