"... well, it's okay, Mel. Your bro's been helping me out, and I must say things are going just fine around here. So, take a little more time off, man, to get back on your feet. I'll talk to you soon..."
Blake hung up, and turned the lights off, then went to fetch his coat. It was nearly 7 in the evening, and he figured James would be waiting for him. Or, perhaps he'd gotten caught up with various matters that needed his undivided attention, and decided to cancel.
"Dream on, Blake, my man!" the cook chuckled, getting dressed, while walking to the door. And there he was, standing outside, just as he'd promised. This James fellow was a really punctual man.

James shook Blake's hand. "Hey, glad you turned up. To be honest, i was kind of afraid you wouldn't show. But, enough of that, let's go." He lead Blake to his car.

"Wait, where are we going?" Blake asked. "I thought we were going to have a drink, somewhere nearby..."

"Yeah... We're going to have a drink at my place. It is close."

"And we need your car to go there"?

James shrugged. "Just thought it'd be nice to drive..."

"Don't freak out, man, chill, calm down, it's not like he's a serial killer or something, just because he wants to drive his car back to his place!" Blake told himself, as he allowed himself to be led by James to his vehicle.

They arrived at James' house a few minutes later, and He let them in. "So... What do you want to drink?" He asked.

"Um, well, you see, I only drink tea..." Blake muttered, standing in the hallway, next to the door, like a frightened child.

James nodded, and made him a cup of tea. "There you go."