See you later

Mr. B & Ms. W

"What should I call you?" he asked me.
I thought for a moment and said, "Just call me Miss W."
"Hello, I am Mr. B."

"You said you want to include my story in your book?!"
After Mr. B finished stating his request, I couldn't understand it.
"My story isn't anything special, so why me?"
"Because you unfollowed me."
His answer left me speechless...
"Did you do this on purpose? =_="
"kkkkk, just kidding."
"...I don't like this joke." I was speechless.
"Actually, I've been having trouble finding inspiration for my writing lately. Seeing your story reminded me of the past; it felt familiar, yet not exactly the same. At 28, I want to write a book about myself."
"Then why did you say you wanted to write my story into a book?"
"Hmm...your story reminds me of mine." Mr. B's words were utterly unconvincing...
"What does it matter..."
"In the final article, I will turn your story into my own, narrating it from my perspective. Can you accept that?"
Haha, such a sudden and unreliable request. No normal person would pay attention to you. I held back from sending that sentence.
Perhaps I'm not quite normal either.
"Okay, whatever you want. I just want someone to talk to, I don't need anything in return." I agreed.
"I will pay you the royalties in the end, after all, it's your story."

This is the evening of the second day since I posted my comment.
Through the dormitory window, the setting sun slowly painted the sky in the distance, the crimson sunset burning with its most beautiful colors as it was about to disappear.