"I was just about to make a sandwich for myself. Do you want one? There’s enough leftovers to make for two people."
I walk to the fridge and bring out the jug of freshly squeezed orange juice from inside and two glasses.
"You can’t have a beer or soda. It’s too damn early for that. You can this fresh orange juice or some milk if that’s what you prefer. Only Heaven knows how you stay in shape with the amount of junk you eat everyday. Damn boy."
I smack his hands away from my fridge because I know he is definitely going to ransack my fridge and eat things I might be saving for meals.
"Whatever." He pouts like a little boy but still reaches across the kitchen counter for the glass and pours himself a glass full of orange juice.
"So, I’m especially here not to smother you or anything,
