"…Kovacs?" I said, staring at him with curiosity.
"What?" He replied from the other side of the table.
"You haven't said anything since we started dinner and we are almost finishing…"
"Do you have a problem with that? Want conversation?" he said, looking crossly at me.
"Well, yes."
"You first." Said Walter, without much interest.
"Jessica is always telling me about all the arguments you have with the other students and teachers here." Kovacs didn't say anything and just went on eating. "I had always thought you were doing it only to be in the spotlight but… I don't think so."
"Then, what do you think about me?"
"I think you have a mental disease."
Kovacs laughed at that and looked into my eyes for the first time since we started eating.
"I guess you're right. I am not sane. I think I have some sort of problem in my eyes."
"What kind of problem is that?"
"I cannot see people, only a lot of shit."
Even when he had said that, I did not leave the table for some unknown reason. My facial expression did not even change.
"Why don't you leave?" Asked Walter, looking curious.
"Because you're right. There are a lot of people here who are just shit. But that are the things you cannot say unless you want to get hit by one of those shitty-persons." Kovacs laughed loudly.
"I don't care if I get hurt or not. That's why I tell all those people what I see in them. I know they won't listen to me, but they know I hate them. Hatred. That's why I tell them."
I was silent for almost a minute then I said:
"Joseph Walter Kovacs: your way of relating to others is utterly stupid."
"I like you." He said.