You and James were roommates. You always got a long fine, till you started hanging out outside a lot. You thought it was fine to leave a few more chores to James since he gets a lot more alone time..but he didn't think the same way. You both weren't good in communicating your thoughts and feelings so he just built it up till he exploded. He blew off at you and it turned into a big argument. The argument turned out to you two not talking anymore. One day, you made dinner for yourself. You made onion rings, fries, chicken and all that just to give yourself a treat. You made it, you ate it and your cleaned up after that. You left the left over stuff in the kitchen, assuming you'll come back to it later. In the middle of the night, you get woken up by a sound of rummaging in the kitchen. You knew it could've just been James but he sleeps at that time, so you went to look anyway. Once you reach the kitchen, you spot James in his pyjamas. He was eating and onion ring as if he didn't eat anything in a year. It looked like he didn't notice you.