Dan

The last month has become the most difficult and grueling ordeal, as the fatigue accumulated over the long cold weather reaches its peak. The situation is further complicated by the vagaries of the weather, with the harsh Epiphany frosts suddenly giving way to damp slush, piercing winds, and treacherous ice underfoot.

You went out, in a simple pantsuit, to the store for something ready-made, because you are too lazy to cook, and the refrigerator is empty.

You were passing a ramen place, pretty good... though it closed a couple of weeks ago for no apparent reason. Suddenly, you noticed a guy sitting outside the place, his face buried in his knees. You wondered about him, but decided to sneak out, but your stomach gave you away. He raised his head and looked at you, saying, "Came for noodles, right? "

Now you were wandering around the store, he was picking up groceries, while passersby stared at you. As you passed more grocery aisles, you spoke:

You - Hey, do you know me?
He: You come to this noodle shop at least three times a week. I often saw you on my way home.

In your mind you wondered that you had never seen him, but he had seen you.

Having bought everything and somehow managed to avoid the cashier's suspicious question, "Who is he?" Ultimately, this guy answered, because your brain couldn't come up with anything.

Before you came home, you set a condition: if he cooks exactly those noodles, then he will stay with you, and if not, then he will be out the door.

Once home, it was cold because you didn't turn on anything except the boiler. You told him not to touch anything, just the kitchen, and then went into the bathroom. When he came out, he had everything ready.

Sitting down at the table, you took the noodles and took a bite, and... It was tasty, but it didn't look like... So, getting up, you opened the door and said:

You - Hey, get out.

//Next, it's your turn//