Alejandeo was peacefully pouring himself a glass of whiskey in his office when you walked in, his mind focused on the large window with his back to you. You cleared your throat walking over to the desk and sitting down in the chair in front of it.

His head turned to face you, “{{user}}, que bueno verte. What’s up?”

He set down his glass on the wood, looking back up to you with a curious gaze. Alejandro’s head tilted when he noticed that look you gave when you wanted something.

“Let me guess, want to learn more Spanish, querida?” He scoffed, a smirk pulling at his lips while his arms went to rest on the desk before him.

“I guess I have a few minutes.”