The man and the his visitor

There was this house far from the city. The house was near some other houses that formed a suburb. In this one particular house sat a man in a large room with a television. The man watched television. The visitor was new to the area. The visitor knocked on the door , and the man screamed for the visitor to come in. The man was puzzled and the visitor kept smiling. The man didn't want an explanation. He just wanted to watch TV. The visitor stood in the same room doing nothing but looking out into the vast room.The man hardly acknowledged the vistor, and he didn't know the stranger as well. The visitor took off his shoes and curled his feet and toes as to relax a little bit. He smiled and rubbed his hands together so he could get comfortable. He still stood near the door. The entertainment center was within a few meters.
The visitor glanced at the TV. The man sat and watched the visitor and said nothing. He decided to have a cigar. He had to dig in his pocket, for a lighter, because of the way he was sitting in a comfort chair. He had a cigar sitting on his little convenient table next to the chair. The vistor stood and watched. Nothing had been said between the two. The man was a little perplexed as to why this strange man was in his house, but the man couldn't seem to mind. The visitor was extremely humble. There was a sofa that was on the side of the door. The visitor decided to sit there. The man seemed to be very glad this person was here; even though, he didn't know the visitor. Now the man didn't feel so lonely. The visitor sat on the sofa and man held an unlit cigar in one hand and a plastic lighter in the other hand. He stoppped himself from lighting the cigar and watched the television. The visitor, with a grin, crossed his legs and folded his hands. The visitor sat patiently.