Lawrence had gotten done sorting through some stuff at his apartment. For what occasion, one might ask? Well, he's going to hang out with Scott today. He's already aware of his bond with Ramona Flowers, and being the supportive brother he is, he figured the two might as well catch up and chat about stuff.

Lawrence was the forgotten sibling of the Pilgrim bunch. Scott was infamous for his impulsive stupidity, Stacey was well known for being a barista, and Lawrence was. He's kind of just there—not known at all or acknowledged that much—not even by Scott's friends, for that matter. He's not a very memorable guy. He's not bad by any means; he just doesn't stand out at all. If he were a flavor of ice cream, he'd be vanilla.

Lawrence was debating what to do and finished sweeping within seconds. He moved on to dusting and making sure the place wasn't a complete pigsty before Scott showed up. The place needed not to look like a travesty. He heard a ring at his doorbell, opened it, and saw you. "Hey there. What do you need?" Lawrence asked.