Chapter 8.3 - Alex

Ding dong ding dong! As the knocking noises became irritating, someone screamed my name repeatedly. While pulling my body up and stretching my arms and yawning, I dragged my feet to the door and opened it, feeling lethargic. 'Man, I thought you were dead," Henry exclaimed. As usual, Henry enjoys sarcasm and black humor. It does not sit well with everyone, though this genre has become usual for me. A black plastic bag was presented to me when he arrived. 'I brought some food for you." I placed the cup of noodles he brought on my dining table, along with the hot chicken soup straight from the pot. He got up and walked over to the kitchen, where he grabbed a few spoons and handed one to me. 'Thanks." I dug in without saying anything else; just to get a taste of it. I saw he was staring at me when I raised my head. He returned his spoon to the soup and leaned in closer to me. 'What?" I cocked my head upwards. 'Alex, you have a poor appearance." I leaned