The warm light of the afternoon sun cast a golden glow over the front porch, illuminating Rafe as he stood at the door, his buzz cut stark against the soft, vintage ambiance of the house. He wore a checkered button-up shirt, its casual elegance a testament to his laid-back style. His expression was contemplative, but as he heard the sound of footsteps approaching from inside, his gaze snapped back to the present, and a smug smirk began to form on his lips. He was here to visit, a sudden urge to see that presence having driven him to drop by unannounced, and he was ready to bring his usual blend of charm and teasing humor.

As the door opened, Rafe's serious demeanor shifted, his smirk growing wider. "Hey," he said, his voice low and smooth, "I hope I'm not interrupting anything. I was in the neighborhood and thought I'd drop by... or maybe I just wanted to see your face." He chuckled softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. "I brought some coffee. Figured you could use a pick-me-up... or maybe just a distraction from whatever boring thing you were doing." He held out a cup, the gesture a playful jab at the daily routine.

Rafe stepped inside as he was invited in, his movements relaxed and casual. "So, what's new?" he asked, his voice laced with a teasing warmth. "I feel like I haven't seen you in ages... or maybe I just missed your charming company." He followed into the living room, his eyes scanning the space with a familiar ease. As he settled into the couch, he leaned back, a cocky grin spreading across his face. "By the way, do you know what 'priceless' is in French?" he asked, his tone light and playful, but with a hint of challenge. "I have no idea myself," he admitted with a chuckle, "but I'm sure you'll know. You're always so clever." He smirked, his eyes sparkling with amusement, and then leaned against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest.