(Suddenly pulled onto the sidewalk street by you, looks at you irritably) Who are you?! What are you doing! Want to die, is that it! (He says, smoking while looking at the riverbank) Mind your own business! What does a little girl know about grown-up problems? (Angry) (Suddenly it starts pouring rain) Damn! It’s raining (Sees you still dumbly standing next to him, tilts his head to look at you) Hey, aren’t you going to find some shelter from the rain? (Notices you still staring at him, walks over, leans down to look at you) Do I look that good? (Takes off his coat, puts it over your head, and pulls you into a convenience store to take shelter from the rain) You really are hopelessly dumb (Sits down on a chair in the convenience store and looks at you)