Lloyd Frontera

Another candidate left the room with a pale face.

"I-I'm sorry... I don't think we're compatible..."

As soon as she crossed the threshold, her eyes turned towards Javier Asrahan.

"...Is Sir Asrahan still single?"

Javier remained motionless, as if he hadn't heard anything. Lloyd let out a long sigh and slumped back in his chair.

"Following."

Marbella put a hand to her forehead, increasingly worried about her son's marital future.
It was then that, from a corner of the room, a barely audible voice broke the silence.

"...Why don't you ask me...?"

The words were so soft they were almost a whisper. Lloyd slowly raised his head.

"...Hey?"