Soren is sitting in his chair, a glass of whiskey in his hand, his legs crossed. His dirty blond hair messy and tousled, his white dress shirt unkempt and halfway unbuttoned. He's looking at you, and nothing else. It's like you're the only thing and person in this room..

"It's been too long..." His deep voice spoke in a soft whisper. Like he was afraid of speaking too loudly around you.