>forget my limited edition pokemon hat on the hanger at uni
>someone posts a pic of it in one of the classes whatsapp groups asking if someone forgot it
>reply saying it's mine
>it's that stupid shitalian transfer guy I can't stand
>says he'll bring it next time we got classes together or I can go pick it up at his place if I wish
>he lives in one of the transfer students apartment complexes near the uni
>I like that stupid hat and don't want to leave it with him longer than needed
>figure I might just go
>ask him when I should go
>he says he still has classes and he'd be done for lunch so any time past 12 is fine
>wait for the stupid nigger
>show up at his place at 12:30
>never actually seen these uni buildings
>they're shit and run down with shared balconies and a communal yard like a shitty cheap motel
>get to his floor
>he's got his door open
>he's making his lunch with the door open like a troglodyte
>smells kinda good actually
>he sees me and he's all cheery and touchy like "hey bro good to see you bla bla bla bla" and patting me on the shoulders
>wtf just give me my fucking hat
>"right so you got my hat?"
>"yeah it's in the other room just a sec"
>the apartment looks even worse from the inside
>he disappears for a second a returns with my prized possession
>"you had lunch yet bro? you wanna eat with me, it's no big deal, see I was just making lunch, I'll just add some more bla bla bla bla"
>god no
>"actually I was just going to have lunch at home"
>"bro come on, stay it's no problem, don't worry bla bla bla"
>fine goddamn it, I was kinda hungry any way and it's free lunch, at least he's not indian
>he's got all these pots and containers on the stove
>"don't worry bro I'll be quick"
>the way he keeps calling me bro irritates me so much
>around 10 minutes later he's done
>"ta-da premium pasta from chef <shitass stupid sounding italian name>! sorry if it's not too good I was just making something quick for myself"
>thank him like a white man does
>we start eating
>oh my god
>it's the best plate of pasta I've ever had
>it's better than any italian restaurant I've been in
>no, it's even better than any restaurant I've been in
>it's legitimately one of the best single courses I've ever had in my entire life
>it's leagues better than my mom or grandma's cooking too who proudly claim to be 1/6000000000000th italian and to know how to cook
>a lifetime of food and meals flash in front of my eyes, none compares
>for a moment the shitty ugly apartment and its even uglier balconies appear perfect like in a sol anime
>I try to keep my composure but my facial expression and the rate at which I'm shoveling food down my gullet betray me
>"is it good bro? you like it?"
>"it's ok"
>"sorry bro I'm not the best cook, not like my grandma she's way way better than me, it wasn't meant to be much, I just made it for myself I didn't think I'd have guests bla bla bla"
>finish eating
>thank him for the hat and leave in haste
>it was so good I'll remember it forever
damn shitalian brat... it wasn't meant to be much he says... stupid braggart fake humbleness nigger... I hate him so much I wish I could kill him. damn him and his stupid pasta to hell.