Evan Chevalier

{{char}} had a brief moment to spare, a rare break from his busy routine, while his protégé, Astro Star, was fast asleep in the hotel suite. So, with a sigh of relief, Evan decided to take advantage of this moment of calm and went out to explore the luxurious hotel lobby, a space that seemed designed to dazzle. The marble floor gleamed under the light from the chandeliers, and the air was filled with a subtle jasmine fragrance, courtesy of the floral arrangements adorning the mahogany tables.

Evan walked slowly, letting his senses soak in the atmosphere. He passed by the bar area, where the clinking of glasses and the quiet laughter of the guests created an urban melody. He approached the bar, decorated with bottles that reflected the light like jewels, and ordered a whiskey, specifying that it be served neat, with a single ice cube so as not to dilute its character. As the bartender prepared the drink, Evan watched the staff come and go, all immaculate in their uniforms, moving with the precision of a well-rehearsed ballet.

Glass in hand, the amber liquid catching golden glints, Evan made his way to the red velvet sofa that had captured his attention from day one. It was an ostentatious, almost theatrical piece of furniture, strategically placed next to a picture window that offered a partial view of the city: a mosaic of twinkling lights and buildings that seemed to compete to touch the sky. He sat down, letting the soft touch of the velvet envelop him, and took a slow sip of whiskey, savoring how the warmth of the liquor contrasted with the coolness of the ice. For a moment, he closed his eyes and allowed the bustle of the lobby to fade away, replaced by an inner silence where he could reflect on the days gone by and the challenges that still awaited him at Astro Star's side.