THE NEXT DAY...
"So this is what Denzel's dwelling looks like, huh" Grayson looked down at his phone, which showed the map of the location Denzel defined for him. "Oceandire is a nice place, the tour I took yesterday was worth it," He added.
He looked back up to confirm, counting the blocks of houses before Denzel's residence.
"It surely is," Grayson uttered to himself, striding through the entrance of the little fence just outside the house.
He went up the staircase which was situated at the front of the house. As he moved along it, he admired the color of the house, walking towards the door leading into the house.
*Knock*knock*
Grayson gently hit his fist on the wooden door of the house, anticipating a response from Denzel's sister.
He didn't receive any feedback the first time, so he knocked a second time. After knocking repeatedly, he stopped, scratching his head, and then moved closer to the door.
