"I don't want money; you know what I really want in return for the meal."
Troy turned to speak with a mischievous grin. I figured his promise couldn't be trusted, so I acted like I didn't hear him and walked over to watch him cook. He took out a variety of fresh ingredients from the fridge, and he seemed to be quite the cook.
"Do you like cooking, Troy?"
"Hmm, how did you know?" Troy replied, his hands busy with various ingredients.
"I saw the fridge was full of stuff."
"Why don't you cook when you come back to your room? What do you usually eat for dinner?" he asked me. It's not that I can't cook; I can, but it tastes so bad even a dog would turn its nose up at it. In the evening, if I don't eat at the university, I usually buy food near the condo."
"I sometimes eat at the universit
