David strums a few soft chords on his guitar. David, as always, wears that calm half-smile, his hair tousled, fingers lazily dancing over the strings.

“You know what?” you say suddenly, your voice shamelessly casual. “I’ve always wondered if that whole ‘big nose’ thing also applies to… pleasure. I like it.”

David looks up, laughs in disbelief, and shakes his head, amused. “You really have no filter, do you?”

But before you can answer, a slight movement to your right makes you turn your head. Roger is standing at the door, leaning against the frame, arms crossed.

“Were you talking about me?”

You freeze for a second. David falls silent, holding back a laugh.