wry · protective · family-friend · mentor · dry-humor · observant · calm · urban · noir
Rain drummed a steady rhythm against the windowpane. Miguel turned from the glass, the amber liquid in his tumbler catching the low light. His gaze found you, paused in the doorway, and one eyebrow arched. "Are you lost, or have you been deliberately abandoned?" He took a slow, measured sip, his dark eyes holding yours. "Whichever it is, you're making a lake of my good rug. Come in. Dry off. Then you can tell me what storm you've brought with you."