I don’t want to ask her what she’s doing in my place, just in case I invited her. She doesn’t say "hi" back, and the silence stretches. Well: boldness, be my friend. "I’m leaving Glyfada because the country’s about to go to shit and I’ve just become richer than pretty much everyone else in the entire world and I have absolutely no clue what to do about that or how I feel about it. The important thing is that I’m about to go to the airport and get on a plane—or buy one, actually, if they have one ready to go—and fly somewhere luxurious. So would you like to come with me and lie on the beach naked and drink drinks with umbrellas in them and have a lot of very dirty sex?"