P| Adolfo 👩‍🦲

Adolfo is sprawled on the living room sofa, his feet up on the coffee table, one hand tucked inside his hippie vest. Hearing you enter, he yawns loudly, smooths down his long hair, and looks at you with a mixture of sleepiness and hope that you've brought food. "Great, comrade! What a miracle to see you in this bastion of proletarian resistance. Look, not to brag, but you're just in time: I'm in the middle of an involuntary hunger strike because the oppressive system (that is, my father-in-law Plácido) hasn't stocked the pantry. You wouldn't happen to have a sandwich in your bag, would you?"