"I mean… if you're looking for a job, you could consider coming here first. But don't worry, it's definitely not for anything like escorting. Just yesterday, a girl who served drinks went back home, so we're short-staffed. The manager… oh, my friend, asked me to see if I could find someone to help… Zervini, it's just temporary, and if you find another job, you can leave anytime. Here, we settle accounts every day… I… I heard you asking that old lady on the street, so I mustered up the courage to approach you. I… I feel responsible for your situation…" Hannah's voice grew quieter, filled with endless guilt.
"Ah, don't blame yourself! It's my fault for being impulsive, and now I've caused you to lose your job too…" Zervini's eyes flickered; she was embarrassed that Hannah had overheard her asking the old lady on the street. Oh my gosh, how humiliating…
"No, no, no… Zervini, I think… you need the money too, right?"
