"It's not a bother to give you a few tips on where to go for some good coffee. Or tea." Dominic grinned, having amended his statement quickly. The concierge was lounging in his chair--for lack of things to do, or simply slacking at the business he should have been doing?
"You do," he agreed with Nathaniel. "But it's not a bad thing. You could be drinking worse things than tea, right? At least tea is healthy."
Dominic made his way to the desk with Nathaniel, asking the concierge politely for a slip of paper. He was handed a white slip, torn from a pad. Thanking the man, Dominic set his mail on the desk for a few moments while he took his pen out of his back pocket and jotted down directions to Teresita Lane. His penmanship was fairly neat, and he hoped the directions themselves would be easy enough to follow. Nathaniel may have lived in California for what should have been long enough to find his way around decently, but it was clear that he didn't have much time in his life to bother much with recreational activities. Still, getting to Terasita Lane wouldn't take too long.
He read over his directions before handing over the paper for Nathaniel to take. "Here you go, in lieu of your phone not working."