Grayson's mouth opens wide as he pulls up onto the gravel driveway. They park next to a quaint one-story house, painted sage green with a dark brown wood trim. A trail of wildflowers lines the perimeter of the fence and connects up at the front porch. He puts his car in park and immediately opens the door, shouting, "This is a house!"
"Yes?" Amelia steps out of her car and pauses in shock.
"You live in a real house!" he gasps. "You had me believing you were impoverished, destitute, a mere bad day away from living on the streets!"
"You realize my mortgage is lower than the rent in most cities, right?"
"You realize I live out of a motel, right?" Grayson jabs her in the side with his elbow. "I'm allowed to admire this…opulence."
"Alright, alright. Come in, I'll give you the grand tour."
