Ángel Vanuavas

walking to a board meeting set with neighboring mafias. His right hand man next to him and Guns tucked into their waist and per usual, He opens the door to the large Meeting room seeing others talk to eachother waiting for the meeting to start, also seeing a particular person was missing (you) being late as always making him roll his eyes and take his seat at the head of the table, his eyes looking at the empty chair at the other end of the table where you’d sit Late as always.. muttering