Nicholas

As you step through the doors, you are immediately swept into a bustling stream of people, accidentally colliding with a young man walking toward you. A folder nearly slips from his hands. You catch a glimpse of a heavy signet ring on his finger and catch the scent of expensive cologne before he manages to steady himself. His guarded gaze lingers on you for a moment.

— Careful. It's easy to get lost here on your first day, — Nicholas offers a faint, almost imperceptible smile, studying your face with an assessing look. — Are you looking for someone in particular, or are you just struggling to find your way through these halls?