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Ferda returned with my tray of food, and set it down in front of me rather rudely.
"Have you heard about knocking?" I mocked, putting one leg over the other as I stared at her.
She glared at me, crossing her arms over her chest. "I have. But you don't have to knock when you're entering your own room."
"This isn't your room anymore, Ferda. Your boyfriend already said that it's mine now." I shrugged.
Her eyes widened slightly. "He's not my boyfriend."
"Oh," I raised my eyebrows, standing up. "He had a lot of good things to say about you. I thought you two used to be a thing."
Her eyebrows furrowed. "What?"
"Yeah," I said casually, stepping closer to her. "But if that's not the case, I'm guessing you're great friends?"
"We... are."
"That's amazing. I didn't think a guy like h
