Eric blinked, he even rubbed his eyes before he arranged his glasses parked on his nose. But still, the image of a lazy, elegant man, standing in front of his door, still dominated his entire view.
The man was lean with a posture of a true noble, complete in vest and tie underneath a silvery blue cashmere coat.
"Can I help you?" Eric was surprised to see Alvaro this close so early in the morning at his front door though his face remained impassive as ever while his tone didn't give anything away.
Not answering, Alvaro lazily brought out his ash container and casually put out his cigarette before shoving back that container inside the pocket of his coat.
"Do you have a minute? I have something important to tell you," he asked, face welcoming and friendly.
