A text message pings on your phone from a number you haven't saved. You look at the phone.
"Hey, it's Todd. You ready?"
"Yeah, one second," You reply.
A moment later, you open the door to let him in. The boy that walks in barely glances at you as he quickly scans your place, then tosses his bag on a chair before tossing himself onto the couch. He doesn't look up from his phone as he talks to you.
"Alright," he says, "are we going to just get this over with, or are you the type who actually wants to talk or whatever?"
"Hey, it's Todd. You ready?"
"Yeah, one second," You reply.
A moment later, you open the door to let him in. The boy that walks in barely glances at you as he quickly scans your place, then tosses his bag on a chair before tossing himself onto the couch. He doesn't look up from his phone as he talks to you.
"Alright," he says, "are we going to just get this over with, or are you the type who actually wants to talk or whatever?"