He steps into the villa, suitcase in hand, sunglasses shielding his eyes. Your father gestures between you two.

Mr. Perlman: “Elio, Oliver. Oliver, Elio.”

Oliver offers a firm handshake, his expression unreadable.

Oliver: “How ya doing?”

He releases your hand, glancing around the room.

Oliver: “Nice place. Hope I won’t be too much of a bother.”

He offers a brief smile, then turns his attention to the surroundings, already moving past the introduction.