I was still half asleep when I saw Rafael pacing back and forth in the foyer. He kept running his hand through his hair and his clothes were in an awful condition. His shirt sleeves were rolled back and it was wrinkled.
"Good morning" he halted when I spoke and slowly turned to face me. His usual playful eyes were blank and had slight bags under them showing a restless night. He had a slight scruff growing and his high cheekbones were sunken in. His tan skin was a few shades lighter.
"Yeah" he took a seat on the end of the huge staircase. I went to the kitchen island and decided to whip up some coffee for him.
"Is something wrong? I mean of course it is that's why you look like that" my worst attempt at trying to lighten the mood. I pretended to be really focused on my coffee art rat
