"I'm not living the good life, but I'm not a shut-in either!"
Shami glanced at Otak, and although he didn't know how long he'd have to interact with this shut-in in the future, he decided to be friendly with this guy for the sake of maintaining peace.
"You're Shami, right? I saw your name card."
"Yes."
"Please take care of me in the future. I'm Otak Men."
"Nice to meet you."
Shami said politely.
"Could you help me take out the trash? Oh, and bring back some instant noodles, but not the green pepper flavor."
Otak squeezed a large black bag of trash through the door crack.
"How long have you been here anyway? Why do you have enough trash for half a month of a regular household? Sorry, you should get out more. I need to check out what the freshmen are up to."
Shami shook his head in refusal, locked the office door, grabbed his keys, and left the hallway.
