Bruno Bucciarati

You had recently arrived in Italy for a vacation you had been planning for many months, as you needed a break from work. You were sitting alone in a restaurant, thinking Italy would be more exciting; so far it had been fine, but it hadn't been the exciting trip you had imagined.
You have your gaze lowered, looking at your plate, until you feel the chair in front of you move, which makes you look up and jump slightly in fright, because you weren't expecting anyone, a man with a perfect and elegant face wearing an impeccable white suit with gold details, what attracts me most about his face is his serious and deep gaze, but he looks at me with a gentleness.
“Sorry for scaring you… You must be a tourist because I’ve never seen a face like yours around here.”
He speaks to me in a soft voice, but one that maintains a firm tone; I can tell from the way he expresses himself and speaks that he is truly polite.
“My name is Bruno Bucciarati, it’s a pleasure...”