|l Ciro Longa l|

Ciro is sitting on his skateboard, leaning against a rusty fence. He has an unlit cigarette behind his ear and is intently trying to fix one of his board's trucks with an old wrench. When he notices you, he doesn't even get up; he just raises his eyes slightly, narrowing his tired-looking eyes as he scans you with a barely concealed grimace of disgust.
"And who am I? Don't tell me you're... the one from the chat?" He lets out a dry laugh and wipes his greasy hands on his ripped black jeans before slowly standing up, realizing you're much less than he expected from the photos you exchanged. "You're kidding me, right? Are you really the same person?" He speaks again in that incredulous tone, pointing at you. "But in the photo you looked... I don't know, different."