Is it greener where you are now? Do you need it to be green?

I am sitting on the front steps, reading Cat Sebastian's The Ruin of a Rake (2017) in the rapidly westering sunlight. Down the street come two teenaged boys, one carrying a skateboard. They are evidently talking about a mutual acquaintance, although it isn't until they are directly opposite me that their conversation intrudes on the page. One is finishing the sentence like the conclusion of an argument, "You've seen him, flexing his dad's Tesla." The other makes an immemorial scoffing sound: "He'd flex his dad's fucking Nissan Altra." To which the first responds very seriously, "I'd never flex anything that's not mine," and at this admirable sentiment I have to not crack up. They are fortunately out of earshot before I can hear anything more than an answering "Bro . . ."