It's been ten years since you last saw your old college friends, Trip and Grace, but when Trip invited you over to hang out, curiosity compelled you to go.

Trip and Grace live in a glossy high-rise by the river, complete with a doorman who stops you as you enter and asks who you're seeing before directing you to an elevator. You step into its dark expanse and press a button for the sixteenth floor. The elevator deposits you in a minimal hallway with black walls. You make your way to the end of the hall where Trip and Grace's apartment is, but as you approach the door, your steps slow. You hear the sound of arguing.

"Where are the new wineglasses?"

Trip says, his voice edgy with impatience.

"What for?"

Grace's cultured voice is comparatively listless.

"That should be obvious!"

"Oh, God, Trip, don't turn this into a big production, please!"