The Rooms

The Problem in The Galaxy

"My pleasure," she says and instantly turns her head to the outside. She doesn't seem very amiable with boys. She keeps quiet for several seconds and then, redirects her eyes to me. Thanks god. It might get awkward to get so suspended and unresponded. " From what major?" she asks curtly. "From Architecture. Same as you," I rejoinder. "Good," she says. She, once again, takes her attention away from me as she looks away to some distance as if anticipating her order. "So, this university. Do you think it's good to be here? I mean, they say that YTU is the most prestigious ,super ace university here but it doesn't seem as cherry as it sounds," I begin another initiating phrase. "If so, I don't come up with any idea why you would be still here,"she bluntly yet efficiently disses at me. I must admit she's frank albeit sounding rather insolent and mean. "Yes, you're right," I say with a halting monosyllabic tone. She smiles for some fleeting seconds and sails her eyes to the waitress who's coming for her order.
The waitress softly puts on the table a plate of rice and steak and a coke. "Enjoy,"says the waitress and the girl simply smiles at her. Now, she seems so unpredictable - I can't say whether her behaviours are merely confidant and frank or condescending. I begin to ask her another question, "Hey, you know, do you.....", "Your food ought not to get exposed for long. You should have it in a very soon moment," she blatantly drops in, clearly expressing her dislike to my chit-chat. She opens her coke and gives it a sip. "Yes, I would," I mouth. I got humiliated, I must say.
I pick up the chopsticks and give her one glance. She doesn't seem either comfortable or disconcerted by my presence. In fact, she's really ignorant of me. I look at the time and learn that it's already a quarter to 8. "I..." I say but halt since I don't really want to get mortified by her disapproval again. She lifts her eyebrows and gives me a stare with a smile-like curve on the sides of her lips but probably not a smile. "Yes," she says.
" It's only 15 minutes short for the Fresher-welcoming ceremony to begin. So, I think..." , " So, you think we should go now despite having platefuls of untouched food and unpaid bills," she cuts in again, this time infuriating me.
"No, I'm just reminding you. That's all," I reply but do not reveal my specks of anger to her flagrant superciliousness. "Then, thanks. But I'll pass. I'm finishing my meal," she says and forks a piece of steak. "But I'm sorry to say, I should go now. I don't want to miss the orientations," I bid goodbye. "Yes, you should," she responds with obvious disregard.
I withdraw some cash from my wallet and slam it on the table. She does deserve a retaliation. Doesn't she? She deserves a portrayal of my disappointment toward her pure arrogance and inhospitability. To my chagrin, she just smiles to herself without making a glance at me. "Not gonna finish your food?" she asks with a possible sarcasm. "No," I give a monosyllabic answer. As I'm about to turn my back to leave, I remember that I still need to ask her one final thing," Are you gonna tell me how to call you?". She gently releases her mouth from the straw with which she's sipping on the coke and looks up at me. "Suye Tar. My name's Suye Tar," she answers and puts her focus back on her food as she has ever done as yet. "I'll remember," I say and give her one final look before I leave but she flouts my still-presence and doesn't bother to say a bye.
I leave the frigid and hostile restaurant and head pulls my cell phone from my pocket to look for the room number I'm going to for the Orientation in a screenshot photo. I find that the room number is 6/2-1 where the first number indicates the number of the building, the second the floor and the third the room number. I put the phone back but this time, into one of the compartments in my backpack and walk away from Galaxy.