I’m... I’m crying... what’s this? Since when can food taste this good? I wipe my tears and take another bite of the food they brought me. It’s strange. The brown thing in the middle is extremely good, the red round things are also quite tasty, the liquid, which is quite sticky, is very strong but the green thing balances everything. I can’t help but to cry again.

“Have you never eaten a hamburger?”

“Oh... so it’s called a hamburger. No, I’ve never eaten one. The only food I’ve eaten where things that come in a little package, they didn’t have any flavor, and as they were some powder-like things, they felt like eating dust.”

She looks at me with a very confused face. I think she is a little slow, she tends to wait a while when answering my questions. She looks outside for some time and after she looks at me with a serious face.

“What’s the name of your parents?”

“Parents?”

“Yeah, you know... the ones who take care of you?”

“Ooh, they died.”

“Oh, sorry.”

“Don’t worry, I'm quite happy about it.”

She looks at me with an even more confusing face that last time. She takes some time to while considering something.

“Where do you live?”

“Uhm... right now, I suppose I don’t have where to live.”

“What?”

“Well, I mean, since my parents died yesterday, I can’t return to where I lived. The remaining ones would try to kill me.”

She looks down, she seems a little conflicted. Maybe I’m making her a little uncomfortable. Is my face that strange? should I go? As I finished my hamburger, I stood up.

“Thank you for the food.”

“Hey wait!!”

“What happened?”

“Where do you plan to sleep?”

“I don’t know, maybe I’ll sleep with one of those people sleeping outside the buildings.”

She looks very hesitant

“Do you... DO YOU WANT TO SLEEP WITH ME!... I MEAN, IN THE SAME APARTMENT.”

She looks to the other people nearby and see everyone looking at us. It’s probably because she just screamed. She looks a little panicked.

“Yes.”

“What!? You won’t ask why!?”

“Well, since you asked me, it would be unpolite of me to refuse.”

“Mm... well just come with me.”

She looks defeated...

…

[Lynda’s POV]

“Aaggh, it feels so frustrating.”

Why does that ***** always try to take the spotlight!? Whenever we finish our task she tries to take the credit, even though I do almost all the work, she just flirts with the guys in the office all day. Just because she's been here for a year more, she thinks she’s my boss. If just they wouldn’t have put me in her team.

“Hello.”

“What do you want!?”

Who’s the one that... wow... his face. How can there be someone as handsome, no, as beautiful as him?

He’s just perfect, well if I had to say one complaint is that his face looks a little feminine and that his hair is just too long. But with some work he could possibly be the most beautiful person I've ever seen. If he were my boyfriend, I could show him to that *****, she would be incredibly jealous.

“Sorry, do I know you?”

“I don’t think so”

“So... what do you want?”

Does he want my number? maybe he wants to ask me for a date. No why would a guy like him be interested in someone like me? I’m just a plain looking girl.

“Do you want to trade some food with me?”

What!?

“Sorry, what?”

“Yeah, I mean. I have some of this”

He shows me some money... what’s this?

“Is this some kind of joke? Cause right now I don’t have time for jokes.”

“No, I just haven’t eaten since yesterday.”

“So why don’t you just go to some fast-food place or something?”

“What’s fast food? does the food run?”

He doesn’t seem to be joking, his face is just too serious, if he’s being honest, he maybe has some kind of mental problem. it would be a little rude to not help him. Besides I can probably get a free meal.

“Alright, follow me.”

“Okey.”

…

I take him to the closer fast-food place.

“Hey, I think I haven’t told you my name, I’m Lynda”

“Oh, I’m Chrys”

Does he know how to order food? Probably not. I’ll just ask him to do what I do

“Well, Chrys, it's time to order some food, just follow me and do what I do”

“Got it”

I bring him to the counter.

“Good day, may I take your order, ma’am?”

“Yeah, it’ll be number 4”

“Alright, and you sir”

“Yeah, it’ll be number 4”

“That would be 10 chips”

I look at Chrys to indicate that he has to pay but he doesn’t seem to get it. I guess I’ll just pay and ask him for the money later. I give the money to the cashier. Chrys looks at me and does the same. What? The cashier looks at us a little conflicted, he gives me my money back. I look at Chrys and he seems to be waiting something. The cashier tries to give the ticket to Chrys but Chrys just looks at him a little angry. I take the ticket instead.

“Your order will be ready in about 10 minutes”

“Thank you, hmm, where’s the woman bathroom”

“It is at the left of the entrance”

“Thanks

“Thank you, hmm, where’s the woman bathroom”

I feel like facepalming. I should have made a better plan or explained it better, but right now, there’s nothing I can do. Well, at least I can confirm he has something strange with his head.

“Hmm... it’s at the left of the entrance”

“Thank you”

I just bring him to the table.

…

Why is Chrys crying?

“Have you never eaten a hamburger?”

“Oh... so it’s called a hamburger. No, I’ve never eaten one. The only food I’ve eaten where things that come in a little package, they didn’t have any flavor, and as they were something like powder, they felt like eating dust.”

Wow, that’s something strange. Is he foreign?

“What’s the name of your parents?”

“Parents?”

“Yeah, you know... who takes care of you?”

“Ooh, they died.”

“Oh, sorry.”

“Don’t worry, I'm quite happy about it.”

Sorry... what!? Why would he be happy? Did they treat him bad? It maybe has something to do with his mental condition. I think it’s rude to ask how his parents treated him so I’ll abstain.

“Where do you live?”

“Uhm... right now, I suppose I don’t have where to live.”

“What?”

Did his parents leave him with nothing?

“Well, I mean, since my parents died yesterday, I can’t return to where I lived. The remaining ones would try to kill me.”

So not just his parents, probably all his family treated him bad. But... isn’t he exaggerating a little, why would they kill him?

“Thank you for the food.”

“Hey wait!”

“What happened?”

“Where do you plan to sleep?”

“I don’t know, maybe I’ll sleep with one of those people sleeping outside the buildings.”

Is he planning to sleep with some beggars? That coupled with his condition would be very dangerous. What if?... What if I ask him to live in my department? it’s big and it has a spare room. Since the rent is not that cheap, I've been searching for a roommate. No, that wouldn’t be right... well he is extremely good looking so if he lived in my department, it would make that ***** so jealous... besides he shouldn’t do anything inappropriate due to his condition.

“Do you... DO YOU WANT TO SLEEP WITH ME!... I MEAN, IN THE SAME APARTMENT.”

Oh no... I screamed that, now all the surrounding people is looking at us. It feels uncomfortable

“Yes.”

“What!? You won’t ask why!?”

“Well, since you told me, it would be bad from me to refuse.”

Well, that was... easy.

“Mm... well just come with me.”

What am I doing?