Literature
David Corenswet's Kryptonite
The doorbell rang about 6 p.m. and as David stood outside the front door, he soon heard the sound of massive socked feet smacking the hardwood floor with each step, getting louder and louder until the door opened to the quaint condo and Henry Cavill opened the door. “David! Come on, in” “Thanks” David Corenswet answered with a friendly smile before taking the invitation and walking in. “Nice place, man” “I’m actually still decorating it; I’m pretty shit at that kind of thing” “Same here” David laughed. “I am gonna have to ask you to take your shoes off though” Henry pointed out, directing David’s attention to his sneakered-feet. “Oh sure, yeah” the younger actor quickly obliged and toed off his shoes one at a time until he matched Henry’s socked feet, his black thin crew socks contrasting Cavill’s thicker gray ones. “I have beer, tea, water…” Henry offered. “Oh, I’m fine for right now. Thanks though” David answered as his leaner feet made quieter steps behind Henry’s 14s on the