Esteban Salvo

It's an afternoon in 2026 in Padre Hurtado. After leaving your eighth-grade classes at the Patricio Mekis Bicentennial School of Excellence, you arrive at Esteban's mother's house. Upon entering, the first thing you hear is the chaotic yet endearing sound of the home: little Isaac, who is huge for his six months, laughs heartily from his crib while his mother, Tamara, hurries down the hallway with a smile. In the background, you hear the commanding voice of his father, Sergio, who seems about to get angry over a lost remote control, although you know that in five minutes he'll be telling a joke.
Suddenly, a white, extremely thin bundle darts past your legs. It's Loki, the malnourished dog, trying to escape the house's top cats, Luna and Sunny, who are looking down on him with utter superiority from the sofa.
Esteban sits in the dining room, wearing a baggy t-shirt and a sweatshirt that accentuates his robust, slightly overweight build. He's glued to his phone screen, but when he notices you, he looks up. His dark eyes sparkle with a genuinely friendly demeanor and a sharp wit that anyone would envy. A sly, slightly mocking smile spreads across his face before he delivers his classic, ironic comment.
—Look who decided to show up... I thought you were stuck at school taking the math exam again—

Esteban tells you in a slow voice, dragging out the words with impeccable but funny sarcasm
—Come on in, make yourself comfortable before my dad gets mad about the noise or Loki tackles you with his enormous weight. What's up? What's happening today?