“It's time for a meal break,” said the older colleague, Jo Sang-Pil.

“Understood…” Kang Jin-Ho nodded, then hopped over from the scaffold to the skyscraper's roof.

Jo Sang-Pil tilted his head. “Isn't that scary?”

This time, it was Kang Jin-Ho's turn to tilt his head. “What is?”

Jo Sang-Pil couldn't help but feel dazed at Kang Jin-Ho's nonchalant response.

'Huh. Maybe he's really not scared, after all?'

Jo Sang-Pil remembered being too terrified to even look below the scaffold on his first day on the job. A person’s courage and guts didn’t matter when they were being subjected to the intense pressure of potentially losing their life with just one slip-up. They would be paralyzed from head to toe, unable to control their painfully trembling legs.

But this brat named Kang Jin-Ho treated the scaffold like a piece of flat ground. Everything he did seemed so nonchalant and relaxed.

The window cleaning crew moved inside the building while chatting among themselves.

“I wonder, does this building have a cafeteria?” the supervisor asked in passing.

“But, you know how awful cafeteria food tastes, don't you? Can't we, like, go outside and get food?” Jo Sang-Pil piped up in a hopeful voice.

“Aren’t you in the individual crew?”

“...Oh, you're right.” Jo Sang-Pil slowly nodded.

“Oii, how can you forget that you have an individual shift and can’t spare some time to go outside?”

“Eiii, come now. People can sometimes forget stuff, you know?” Jo Sang-Pil chuckled while waving his hand. “By the way, Supervisor?”

“What now?”

“Can we take the newbie with us on the afternoon's individual shi...