My Annoying Roommate
She handed me a bottle of water and settled down in the armchair next to the sofa, remaining silent.
As a writer, I appreciated the quiet while working, but this silence felt uncomfortable. If it continued for much longer, I could feel an ulcer forming in my stomach from all the nervousness. Unable to handle the stress, I blurted out, "So?"
Just as Miss Haze was about to start speaking, I interrupted with my concerns, "Seems like I'm not welcome here. Maybe I got the wrong Miss Haze or something." She looked at me questioningly, and I could swear I saw a small smile on her face. She then explained, " It’s not like that, Mr. Writer. I mean, you haven’t introduced yourself yet. Please try to u
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