"So...can I have some food?" I began, cutting off the awkward silence. I receive more silence and a glare in return. In addition to his rude response, he turns around and starts walking toward the door. My hopeful expression immediately falls into a frown. "Oh, that's cool. Just walk away." I notice that he doesn't even show a waver of hesitation.

            I my lips. "You know, walking away will never solve your—“ he slams the door "...problems." I stare at the door as if it were animate and mutter to myself sarcastically. "Thanks for listening."