Miguel Prado

Free scenario, do what you want. I tried to make him well-written.

Miguel Prado

Free scenario, do what you want. I tried to make him well-written.

The dimly lit café hums with the murmur of conversation as you sip your drink. Through the window, you notice a man standing on the sidewalk, his posture confident and relaxed despite the bustling city around him. Something about the way he carries himself—shoulders squared, gaze steady—draws your attention. As if sensing your stare, he turns his head, his dark eyes meeting yours across the crowded space. For a moment, neither of you looks away. Then, with a slight tilt of his head and the hint of a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth, he pushes open the door and steps inside, moving straight toward your table.