New York, Four Seasons Hotel
Affluently festooned by the stylish sartorial suavity of a three-piece, two-button Ermenegildo Zegna Centennial suit, augustly embellished by the patrician panache of an accompanying vest, bedecking silk tie, elegant cotton-silk, and collar bar, the Mercurial Madridista urbanely emerges from the opulent interior of a chauffeured, modish, midnight blue Mercedes-Benz limousine, orange blossom coupled with unique notes of peppermint and water fruits eliciting the classic aquatic aromatic freshness of the Eau de Lacoste Bleu. Smooth raven hair debonairly styled close to his head and around the back, sublimely blending the sides into pictorially mesmeric top layers, the untouched length showcasing an immaculate, smooth back sweep, smoothly aggrandizing his magnetic flair.
Situated in 57 East, on 57th Street, the Posh Prophet charismatically sets foot inside the Four Seasons Hotel New York, the vibrant sapphire blue of his striking eyes flippantly surveying the picturesque architectural interior of the five-star luxury hotel. With a comely smirk of disarming winsomeness gracing his cavalier features, the Spaniard insouciantly strolls his way to the hotel's bar with a swaggering easygoing aura of cosmopolitan class. Retiring himself to a red velvet-covered seat in the opulent bar, Santi orders his most habitually preferred alcoholic beverage, a glass of Johnnie Walker's Black Label scotch whisky. His captivating smirk shifting into a tame smile of nostalgia, recalling all past times he had purposely gathered his 'brothers' in the grandiose hotel's upscale bar.
Having sent identical e-mails to all three of his former collaborators, his friends, the Rare Breed's former 'Espada', their Sword, waits with characteristic patience, hoping that his flight to the culturally dubbed Big Apple was no committed mistake. "Hola", a cheekily cast wink of charming dynamism playfully dallying a passing woman, a reciprocating smirk and cordial wave of coquettish acknowledgement responding to his succinct act of flirtation. "I wonder how much the boys have changed", he temperately laughs, indulging in a brief sip of his arrived glass of Black Label. The initial step to reuniting the Rare Breed having been completed. Often a joshing charmer and the group's enthusiast, Santi remains optimistic of the impending reunion. There was much to catch up on.