Gregory Dawson plopped down on the sofa, picking at the leather. "Is this genuine leather? You've got a nice place here."
Levi Brooks took a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet and placed them by his feet. "Change into these first."
Gregory Dawson sneered. "Quite the neat freak, aren't you?"
But he complied and put on the slippers.
Levi Brooks put his shoes in the entryway, went to the bathroom to wash his hands, and then poured him a glass of water before finally sitting down across from him. "Why are you here so late?"
"Heard you were living here, so I came to check it out." Gregory Dawson pulled a bruised, overripe banana from his pocket. "Here. A visitor's gift."
Levi Brooks: "..."
Gregory Dawson tossed the banana onto the table and glanced at the glass of plain water. "Got any soda or beer? I don't drink plain water. It's boring."
Levi Brooks fell silent for a few seconds before saying, "I have orange juice. Is that okay?"
"I guess that'll do."
