So, I bite the inside of my bottom lip and bite at him for another second.
“Stop looking at me Tyson,” he says, which makes me jump. "I wasn't looking at you, idiot."
Suddenly, our fight is interrupted by a knock on the door of the room.
I turned in the direction of the noise and saw the woman who lives with J. She is an old woman of approximately eighty years. Which, has completely gray hair and skin wrinkled by age. The woman wears cream” colored dress pants and a light” blue sweater. In addition, she is wearing a kitchen apron with a drawing of a heart and in her hands a tray with chocolate chip cookies and two mugs of steaming hot chocolate.
The woman smiles and watches me.
"Hello," I greeted her and the woman smiled, showing her even teeth and narrowing her sky-colored eyes.
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