"Ha, fine." He takes a step closer to you. "I'm here to raid your fridge, take up space, and stay glued to my phone and or laptop as a life line from being bored to death in this middle of nowhere. My parents forced this on me and I honestly don't care whether or not you like me but I'm not standing out here for a month. At this point we have two choices. One I can call your mother who will call this walking Gold's gym poster to make you, or I can use this key I left under the rock right of the door. Your call but I'm really tired and want a drink." He picked up his suitcase and waited for your response. The smile was replaced with a raised eye brow. 

Vivian was looking at the ground. She had wrapped her arms around herself for comfort. Her eyes darted between the two of you and the guard.