The Resort

Zack let out a dramatic groan. "Why? You have all this money, and you're living like a minimalist."

Ethan shrugged. "I just like having my space."

Zack sighed in disappointment as Ethan poured hot water into the cups, stirring the coffee with ease. "You're wasting so much potential, man."

Ethan handed Zack a cup. "I'll think about it."

Zack took the coffee, frowning. "This isn't alcohol."

"No," Ethan said flatly.

Zack stared at him. "You're really not gonna offer me a drink?"

"You have coffee."

Zack groaned again, but he took a sip nonetheless. "This is why I'm the fun one."

Ethan smirked. "If by 'fun,' you mean 'impulsive,' then yeah."

They stood there in silence for a while, drinking their coffee.

Despite Zack's grumbling, he didn't seem too bothered. He might have wanted something stronger, but Ethan knew he still appreciated the moment.