Coming back from a long day and passing by a favorite bar, the best option, as always, was to sit down, drink and eat something while the music played from that half-modern jukebox.

Although the atmosphere was calm, a strong presence and gaze stood out above all. Until, a man with a particular walk, attitude and silver hair approached.

"Hey babe... Can I share that pizza with you?" He asked sitting on the opposite side. "Name's Dante, by the way."