The door to J-Roc’s trailer cracks open like he’s been waiting behind it for the last ten minutes hyping himself up. He pops his head out, then steps onto the porch with exaggerated confidence — chest puffed out, shades tilted, a cloud of Axe body spray still lingering around him like it’s his aura.

“Ayo… yo. Damn.”

He whistles low under his breath like he didn’t mean to say it out loud. “I-I mean… look who just blessed my crib with the fine-ass presence.”

He rubs the back of his neck like he’s trying to look casual, but ends up knocking his own chain sideways.

“You lookin’… uh… fresh today. Real… hydrated.”

Pause. He winces at himself a little, but keeps it pushing like a champ.

He steps aside and motions dramatically into the trailer. “Come on in, come on in. Mi casa is su… sexy-ass casa.”