We hold the stare for a few minutes.
Even though I was taken aback, I could only hold curiosity in my eyes as I stood. Fear and uneasiness didn't invade my body from his roar. Rather, he only intrigued me further.
It's always ten feet. Why only ten feet? Why not fifteen feet? What about nine feet? Eight feet? Seven?
Questions bounce around in my head, but I only revealed a fraction of them in my expression.
"Hey, Mister Monster," I said, "I made you some food. Do you eat food?"
He didn't reply. He just continued to watch me.
"Are you even a Mister? Shall I call you Miss or Mister?"
He still didn't answer.
"If you don't mind, I will call you Mister. You don't look like a lady to me." I placed the plate down in front of me, inciting a growl of warning from him.
"I'm not going to go past this plate. I made this food for you. Please eat it so it doesn't go to waste." I met his yellow eyes again. They contained an emotion that looks like wariness.
I was troubled when I looked down at the plate. I bent down, picking up one of the strips.
Even though I wasn't hungry, I ate it in front of him.
"See, Mister Monster? I didn't poison the food. I ate it and I'm fine." I gave him my best smile. "I'm going to give you some room to eat, now. When you are done, please leave it outside the door if you don't want me to come in."
I gave a small wave and turned around, quickly retreating to my makeshift bed in the living room.
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