“Do you have any other friends to show you around?” There are two things I would like to note in that question: One, if I were to respond with the truth that I have no friends, on a scale of someone walking in on you working out alone in your room to Door Dashing Monistat, how embarrassed are we? And two, he said other friends. Which, judging by my context clues, insinuates he thinks we are friends. Are we friends? Is my first real friend in this city a man who stole my breakfast and despises the one genre that I adore with all my heart? I think, yes.
