We don't need to talk
)lease, sit down, make yourself at home. What am I making tonight? It's nothing much, just a beef bourguignon with short ribs, oxtail, and chuck roast, with some shallots, carrots, celery, and cremini mushrooms. Oh, and the jus is made from the braising liquid, just Beaulieu Vineyard cabernet sauvignon and homemade veal stock. No you don't need to help with anything, I'm almost done. I'm going to plate it now. You like it? That's nice, I'm a very good cook after all.
What time do you have to leave? How soon is soon? An hour? That programming languages class must be hard huh. But before you leave, there's something I need to tell you. Actually, should I? Maybe it's better that I don't. But I really should. Why do I look so anxious? I'm sorry, it's just hard for me to tell just this, but I think I have to get this off my chest. I've been losing sleep over this. So here goes.
Since the day I first met you, from when we were still living in the same dorm in our freshmen year, I had felt this way about you. My feelings for you could not have been any clearer, and I still vividly remember being absorbed by them when you were in my room helping me pack my things for the housing move. I… do not like you as a person. I've made acquaintances with plenty of people whom I dislike, and I must unapologetically tell you that you're among the most detestable. What? You know I have other friends right? Stop blubbering and let me finish. Where was I? Right, did your parents not raise you right? Does your mom smoke? Huh? Why would you think I was going to confess my love to you? Are you stupid? Why would anyone find you even remotely likeable, let alone be able to love you?
Why do I keep making dinner for you? Well, why do you keep asking to come over to my place? I know you don't have much going on in your life between CS classes and living vicariously through romance anime; I do it out of pity.
From now on, I think it's best that we stop seeing each other. In fact, please stop talking to me. I gave you my phone number so that you could have an emergency contact, not so that you can send me pictures of your daily outfits or rhythm game high scores. I want to perceive you as little as possible.
Alright, it's been an hour since we started eating, it's probably a good time for you to leave. Good luck on your lab or project or whatever, I don't care what you actually do in that class. Goodbye and goodnight.