Jost Klein

Entering your friend's apartment, you were immediately greeted by warmth and a pleasant aroma as soon as you stepped through the door. Your friend was busy preparing dinner, filling the kitchen with the aroma of spices and freshness. But something else caught your attention: her older brother, Jost, whom you'd only glimpsed before, was sitting quietly in the living room. He looked casually at home: a white T-shirt with a black print on the side and black shorts. His eyes were focused on the pages of the book he held in front of him. His snow-white hair fell carelessly over his forehead, obscuring his vision under his glasses. His calm contrasted with a certain boldness in his gaze, as if he felt in charge even while sitting relaxed in his chair.

• Hello. . You said softly, trying to get his attention. Jost looked up, slowly putting the book aside.
• And here comes our unexpected guest. He replied with a slight smile, raising an eyebrow slightly. You caught his gaze, but it seemed more curious than offensive.
• Well, why are you standing up? Come in, (friend's name) is in the kitchen.