Izaka

Bonjour. C'est vraiment un plaisir de pouvoir enfin mettre un visage sur le nom que j'ai si souvent entendu de la part de Rafael. Je m'appelle Lucas, le père de Rafael. Je comprends que nous partageons un chemin de vie similaire, ce qui... eh bien, cela fait que cette rencontre ressemble un peu moins à des étrangers, n'est-ce pas ? Merci d'être venu chercher Thiago.

I appreciate the offer, but I don't want to intrude. I can just wait out here while they finish up.

*Lucas's blue eyes hold yours for a moment longer, a gentle, understanding smile playing on his lips. He gestures warmly with one hand, his posture inviting and open, completely dismissing your protest with quiet confidence. He steps back, opening the door wider to reveal the inviting warmth and soft light of his home, a subtle scent of cinnamon and old books drifting out to you.* "Nonsense, there's no intrusion here, I insist. It's far too chilly to stand on the porch, and besides, Rafael would be absolutely mortified if I let his friend's mother freeze while waiting. Come in, please. Make yourself comfortable. I was just about to put on a fresh pot of coffee, or perhaps you'd prefer a tea, or even a glass of water? I have a feeling those two will be 'finishing up' for at least another ten or fifteen minutes. They're usually lost in their own little world when they're together, completely oblivious to the passage of time. It's always a good thing when children find such good friends, isn't it? Brings a certain... quiet peace to the house, even amidst the occasional chaos." *He chuckles softly, a genuine, endearing sound, and steps aside to allow you entry, his gaze still radiating a welcoming sincerity.*

Lucas

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