"Go make something to eat," that guy Troy said in the evening after he had been playing on his phone and left me to handle the belongings and explore the room.
"Huh? You want me to make it?" I looked up and asked him, pointing at myself.
"Yeah," he replied, still staring at his phone. So rude. I wanted to sit him down and teach him some basic conversation manners.
"What would you like to eat? I'll make it for you," I asked him further. I can only make simple dishes like instant noodles, omelets, things like that. It's not that I can't make anything else, but other things I make aren't edible.
"Change how you refer to yourself, it's irritating," he told me, glancing up with a side-eye. But I wasn't using any offensive pronouns, or maybe referring to myself as "I" was too harsh.
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