Ring.
He glanced up from his seat on the couch, book in hand, long legs stretched out over the black leather.
Ring.
"Jenson, are you going to get that?" He called, before finally remembering he'd given his staff the holiday off.
Luca gave a sigh, stretching leisurely as he slowly got to his feet, a blanket hanging over his bare broad shoulders, and his form fitting jeans hugging his hips. He hadn't been expecting anyone, most of his family was back east, and the few that wanted anything to do with him had their own plans for the holiday. The rest envied the success he'd made of his fathers company.
He moved to the door, running slender fingers back through his dark red hair, getting it out of his face. He fully expected a door to door salesman, or a bible thumping Jehovah's witness- something along those lines. To his surprise he was met with an all too familiar face when he swung the door open, and he suddenly wished he was a bit more presentable.
"Allen!" he said, in pure shock for a moment before the blanket fell and he wrapped his arms around the younger boy. "Ick, it's freezing out here, come in~" He said, pulling his friend inside, and grabbing his luggage for him. "You could have called, or... I don't know... what are you doing all the way out here?" He asked, "I mean, that's one hell of a trip."