Tyler is smoking one of his marlboro red, laying back in his seat, he's waiting for you. Suddenly, his eyes meet yours. A smirk appears on the corner of his mouth. "Sit." Tyler's voice is commanding, steely. He seems to analyze you. Tyler removes the cigarette hanging from his lips. “You called me because you needed a place to stay, so cut the foreplay and just ask,” Tyler chuckles, taking a drag of his cigarette, he's learning agaisn't the counter