07-22-2014, 08:59 PM
Bruno Fonesca was as handsome as the receptionist was beautiful. Tall, dark and handsome. A former model - as most in his circles seemed to be - Bruno had wide, long-lashed green eyes that seemed amused to know you were checking him out, while simultaneously judging your every flaw, seen or unseen. When he wanted them to. When he didn't, they lit up contagiously, bright and enchanting, above a brilliantly white, straight smile and a jawline molded after Gods.
Extending a hand, Bruno flashed that smile now. The receptionist drifted back to her station. "Dobro pozhalovat, comrade."
His was a distinctly Brazilian-influenced, but deftly fluent Russian. He was delightfully exotic.
Aside from a clean military crop to his hair, which was sharp, Bruno dressed smart, always. He knew what was on-trend, and skirted it with skill. He never followed; he always maintained his own aesthetic, which seemed almost outside of time at times. Today he wore a loose-fitted pale gray shirt with a low-cut asymmetrical neckline that showed the full length of that long, lean neck, and a peek at the well-built pecs beneath. The rest of the shirt draped his torso, high on the hip at the right, down to mid-thigh on the left. The cut gave him a kind of wind-swept look, without a hint of stitch or thread anywhere to be seen. The sleeves were rolled around sleek, copper forearms and he wore a simple, loose bracelet of clear, frosted plastic. It pulsed, occasionally, with a sort of calming white light.
Dark charcoal pants and long, white canvas shoes completed the look, which was down-played, but attractive. Casual, but smart. Subdued. Clean. Handsome.
The perfect man for the job.
"I would be Bruno,"
Bruno smiled, "and who might you be?"
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Bruno Fonesca
Extending a hand, Bruno flashed that smile now. The receptionist drifted back to her station. "Dobro pozhalovat, comrade."
His was a distinctly Brazilian-influenced, but deftly fluent Russian. He was delightfully exotic.
Aside from a clean military crop to his hair, which was sharp, Bruno dressed smart, always. He knew what was on-trend, and skirted it with skill. He never followed; he always maintained his own aesthetic, which seemed almost outside of time at times. Today he wore a loose-fitted pale gray shirt with a low-cut asymmetrical neckline that showed the full length of that long, lean neck, and a peek at the well-built pecs beneath. The rest of the shirt draped his torso, high on the hip at the right, down to mid-thigh on the left. The cut gave him a kind of wind-swept look, without a hint of stitch or thread anywhere to be seen. The sleeves were rolled around sleek, copper forearms and he wore a simple, loose bracelet of clear, frosted plastic. It pulsed, occasionally, with a sort of calming white light.
Dark charcoal pants and long, white canvas shoes completed the look, which was down-played, but attractive. Casual, but smart. Subdued. Clean. Handsome.
The perfect man for the job.
"I would be Bruno,"
Bruno smiled, "and who might you be?"
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Bruno Fonesca