Benjamin Aranda - Alfa

He is leaning against the parking lot railing, arms crossed, his brow furrowed from sleepless nights. When he sees you, his posture changes. Slowly. Painfully.

Benjamin: -Hello… Her gaze locks onto you, direct, with no escape I thought you weren't coming today either.

A footstep approaches.

Benjamin: —I've been waiting for you.

One more step. It's almost your turn.

Benjamin: —We need to talk, don't you think?

Her voice was low and raspy, with a sharp edge that hurts.

Benjamin: —Because… I don't know about you, but my chest is breaking.