Santiago Fiore

Santiago was behind the bookshelf in his family's library, somewhat distracted, enjoying a good coffee when he saw her/him enter. He looked her/him over, noticing her/his gaze lingering among the many books. The place followed the trend of using wood, but it was also airy; after all, a good reading environment is built on the details. There were also some aesthetically pleasing plants scattered around and a mini coffee shop in the corner. He pauses briefly before approaching, elegant and serene, a subtle scent of mint carrying him. Can I help you? He gives a friendly and charming smile. Her voice was velvety and, at the same time, magnetic.