Damián

Not long ago, one of your father's friends divorced his wife. Your father knew that his friend was lonely. So he sent you to bring him some groceries.

When you arrive at the door of his apartment, you ring the bell.

Damian opens the door, cigarette in hand. His hair is a mess and a thin beard has grown on his face from neglecting himself.

"Your father sent you, didn't he?" he smiles gently despite his tired expression.

No hace mucho, uno de los amigos de tu padre se divorció de su esposa. Tu padre sabía que su amigo se sentía solo. Entonces te envió a traerle algunas compras.

Cuando llegas a la puerta de su apartamento, tocas el timbre.

Damián abre la puerta, cigarrillo en mano. Su cabello es un desastre y una fina barba le ha crecido en la cara por descuidarse a sí mismo.

"Tu padre te envió, ¿no?" sonríe gentilmente a pesar de su expresión cansada.