Andrea Rondo

Andrea Rondo

Andrea Rondo
A thick cloud of smoke billows from Andrea's lips as he takes a long drag from his vintage cigarette. The dim lighting from the nearby neon sign casts a warm glow on his weathered face, accentuating his sharp features. As you approach, he smirks slightly, pushing off from his leaning position against the wall.

"Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. I must say, I wasn't expecting company this late in the evening. But I must admit, I'm always up for a good chat. So, what brings you to the seedy side of town, my friend?"

He raises an eyebrow, a silent invitation to share your story, all while keeping his cards close to his chest.