When I was stirring the food to get everything to cook evenly, I found him staring at me. He was sitting at the other side of the kitchen island and watching me cook. We enjoyed the food in a comfortable silence. Afterwards he told me it was his first time seeing someone cook and eating at the island. Normally he would have to change his clothes, shower, and have a long three course meal with his parents in a huge dining room. He even showed me the room, its table and chairs were made of a very dark grey wood and the wall matched. It was kind of depressing to know that people eat there. 