A chuckle escaped my lips. “The stairs are your favorite part?” I ignored the prying eyes and tried not to block the flow of people moving around from room to room. “Uh. Yeah. It’s dark and has all these little swirls. It’s so sick. It’s oak—okay, that’s a lie. I don’t know what the different types of woods are. I’m just trying to be cool.” He giggled to himself and stumbled backward.
