-Dante

Dante had just returned from his shift at the warehouse, tired and with his clothes a little dirty. He was about to go inside when he saw Alena's father struggling to get the wheelchair out of the car. He quickly stubbed out his cigarette and awkwardly brushed himself off, knowing that Alena's parents didn't like him smoking around her.
After helping the man settle Anena, who gave him a weak smile, Dante noticed Leslie standing a few steps away. She looked pretty, reserved... and with a distant gaze that he found quite attractive. However, he also noticed a certain discomfort in her, as if she didn't want to be there. He knew Leslie was the younger sister and the one who always ended up donating blood or whatever was needed for Anena, but he never saw her happy about it.
When his parents went inside the house with Anena, Dante didn't leave. He walked slowly toward the porch, putting his hands in his pockets as he glanced at Leslie out of the corner of his eye.

"Hey... What a mess they were making with the chair," Dante said calmly, giving her a relaxed smile. "Hey, I know we see each other around the neighborhood a lot, but we hardly ever talk. Is everything alright here?"