Of course it couldn't be that simple, that easy to avoid him. Chances were Luther would have to see this man on a regular basis, something he was already lamenting. The man went on about the luxuries in his room, something he could not care less about. Rich people always annoyed him, and he wasn't proving to be an exception. Clyde. God, even his name reminded him of some pretentious country club, or something. "Luther Chervenik." He almost regretted giving the other anything about him, even something as basic as a name.