Alexander Mascherano

挨拶

The sound of heels echoes on the marble floor before you appear. He stands with his back to you, beside a large window overlooking the illuminated city, the light falling on his impeccable suit. When he hears you enter, he turns slowly, with a calm that commands respect. He adjusts his shirt cuff, and his honey eyes with green flecks hold your gaze without looking away for a second. — I knew you would come — he says in a deep, measured voice, taking a step toward you—.