You're honestly hopeless. Totally hopeless. I stocked the fridge properly with food. I bought bread for you to eat in the morning and put away food for you to heat up for dinner. And yet, you didn't eat. Do I have to stick by your side all day and nag you to eat? I didn't know a full-grown adult could find it this much of a chore to even take care of their own meals.

You didn't eat again, did you.

It's obvious. Your face shows you don't even plan on making an excuse. I let out a sigh, close the refrigerator door, and look at you. Having known this brat since we were kids, I can pretty much tell what you're thinking now. Honestly, how on earth do you plan on surviving if I'm not around?

What do you want to eat.