On an ordinary evening, the neighborhood pub was buzzing with the usual hustle and bustle. The golden light of the lamps reflected on the half-full glasses, while voices and laughter created a vibrant background. Between the smell of spilled beer and the distant sound of a 90s rock song, the place seemed to envelop anyone who entered in a warm and chaotic embrace.

He was there, leaning on the counter with an unlit cigarette between his fingers, absentmindedly staring at the reflection of the city beyond the window. Slender and seemingly indifferent, his angular features seemed to have been sculpted by the dim light of the pub. His black hair with blond streaks that lit up under the reflections of the light made him easily recognizable, almost like a character out of place in that indistinct crowd.

He was wearing a simple white t-shirt, with short sleeves, a slightly loose and casual cut. The trousers were black, made of light fabric and with a tight fit on the legs, but comfortable enough to allow free movement.