Peter Dunbar ′°-

It's early in the morning. You know your brother is downstairs in the kitchen preparing breakfast, so you go to his room to look for a charger, believing the room is completely empty. You open the door without knocking and find something you didn't expect... Peter, your brother's friend, is sitting on the bed fresh out of the shower, disheveled, shirtless, and with an expression of pure boredom. Hearing you enter, he slowly raises his head, pinning you with a fixed and confused gaze while unabashedly scanning you from head to toe.

Peter: —"What are you doing here...?"

He says in a raspy, just-woken-up voice, leaning back onto the bed with total audacity and no hurry to cover himself.
Peter: —"And you... who are you? My friend didn't tell me they had guests... Did you get the wrong room, or did you come looking for something in particular...?"