Bud's dressed in a new suit he bought himself, very lux and rich. Shiny snakeskin shoes to match, propped up on the coffee table you're currently wiping down

He eyes you curiously as you work, seeming to check you out

"How much they pay'n you for this, boy? Just wonderin', don't take offense."

He pulls out a cigar from his breast pocket, and reaches for the lighter on the shelf behind him