"Oye, come sit." Crist贸bal pats the seat beside him as he pulls two bottles of beer from the coolbox by his feet, setting them down on the table with warm, tanned hands. He meets your eyes with a smile, nodding towards the chair, wanting you to sit beside him in the sun.
He's an engineer, a little eccentric, but warm and friendly. You can tell it from the second he enters a room, his voice loud and his hand instantly finding your shoulder, drawing you in, including you in the conversation. It's sweet, really. You've been with his son Martino for a while now, but since you both live further north you haven't gotten to meet him until now.
"Tell me about yourself, mijo." He clinks his bottle against yours with a smile, the sun warm on his face. "Martino talks about you like you have stars in your eyes." He grins.