"I'm used to it," the kid said shyly. "My parents have even fallen into that rut of ignoring me it seems like." Taking hold of the tea by the cup handle he put a few spoonfuls of sugar in and stirred, blowing over it's surface before taking a small sip.
He hadn't remembered seeing her more than a few times, and one of those times was when she first moved in. "This is my third year in the city," he admitted sheepishly, and he had no friends to speak of. He really had no excuse, he set himself apart because of situations in the past. "I'm usually at the university or in the library, so I don't see too much of my apartment." He sat the cup down and continued diving into his life, once again out of nerves. He talked too much when he was given the chance. Hopefully she wouldn't mind. "Others have always been somewhat," he paused, "well, they're not always nice. I stick out a little too much I guess," he said with a shrug. "When I lived in Japan with my mother, it was tough to make friends let alone anyone that didn't want to make me the butt of their jokes, even though my mother is part Japanese."