Bruno and Luke

At the airport, Gabriel was like a chauffeur and received the two people. He eagerly handed them water, going so far as to almost open the car doors for them. "Where are you guys from? Are you hungry? I have snacks in my car. Want some?" Luckily, he didn't drive his sports car to accommodate the fireworks; otherwise, it couldn't accommodate three people. "Are you here to spend Christmas with Valentina? Any plans afterward?" Gabriel glanced at the person in the passenger seat. The latter was looking out of the window, not responding to him. With hair that was neither yellow nor brown with a hint of natural curl and a babyish face adorned with a few freckles, he appeared even younger than Gabriel. He was a bit aloof. The one in the back was mature and steady. He spoke with courtesy and didn’t seem to be bothered by him. "Do you mind sharing with us your relation with our bo… I mean, with Valentina? And how should we address you?" Bruno asked. "My relationship with Valentina is deep, too