He takes me to his room

While he may have been like those famous kids on MTV Cribs, showing every room on the first floor, when he leads me upstairs, it’s straight to his room. Typically, he doesn’t have any situational awareness and doesn’t offer me to sit anywhere. Being polite in a stranger’s house, I just stay in one spot. It’s dark in his room, since the curtains cover the windows, blocking any natural light from entering. While it does seem like a teenager’s room, it changes when he turns on his computer. A metal CPU tower sits on the oversized desk, hovering above it are two curved monitors. And once the power button is pressed, an array of colors erupts, casting their light upon the dark room. The monitors turn on and a matching wallpaper across both screen compliments the colors that light up across his equipment.

Not wanting to be rude, I compliment his belongings, saying, “That’s so cool, dude.” I say it like a big sister to a younger brother.

His expression sours and he pulls out his phone, showing me his Fleshy app. He points to the box labeled “Requests,” most notably the line that asks for the worker to address the client by his first name.

“Sorry, “ I apologize. “I mean, that’s so cool, Andrew.”

“Better, but to make sure you follow directions, I gotta punish you,” he says with a rather intimidating tone. “Turn around.”

I do as he says, knowing that this kid is the client, and I must do whatever is in my power to make him satisfied. I’m anticipating some pain and wince to lessen whatever blow is coming to me.