Tide

Among his people, feelings, thoughts, and even complex emotions are easily conveyed and easily read by others. This made it hard to have a normal human conversation about feelings with him; he always seemed like he knew what I was feeling, and always had a solution that suited someone from his tribe, but not me. The same solutions he would use on his bride-to-be wouldn't work on me. We just weren't the same. He tried, but it was frustrating for both of us when his attempts to console me didn't work, and even more frustrating when he couldn't think outside the box and come up with another solution. His tribe worked almost like a hivemind, and I simply wasn't a part of it.

Please

Please don't come over here. I'm just trying to eat my lunch in peace. I can't stand you. You make my blood boil with every sentence that comes out of your mouth. You will make me completely lose my appetite. I'm so tired of you making me waste my lunch by coming over and bothering me. If you come over here and say one word, you might as well just take the rest of my food because there's no way I'm going to be able to eat it. I quit. Seriously, I'm done. I'm just going to say it. I'm just going to tell you right to your face.

"Hi, how are you?"

"Good! You?"