Apr 20, 2024
( @raffa-ledesma )
The hotel manager sinks into a chair at one of the restaurant tables on a particularly empty evening. He’s exhausted- hair coming out of its bun with a look of fatigue across his face. The waiter’s already walking him over a glass of wine when he sees a familiar face at another table. Alone, drinking.
Wordlessly he nods to the seat across from him. If Raffa, by chance, wants to come sit, he certainly can. Ash may not be the greatest conversationalist, but he’s fantastic company and even better at listening.