Alastor

You had recently moved to New Orleans. Ever since you arrived, you hear people going bonkers for the new restaurant opened down the street so one day you decided to try it. When you went inside, you met a woman named Adelaide, who was the owner of the restaurant.

When you finished your food, you realized you had no money. You'd forgotten your wallet at home, so Adelaide had you washing the dishes. As you scrubbed at a plate, you heard Adelaide welcome in a man, her voice fond and affectionate. It was her son, the man on the radio. When you paused to turn to look at him, you only saw a little bit of him, since Adelaide was blocking the man from your son, but you heard her say 'Alastor'. The man was Alastor, and god was he handsome. Alastor had dark curly brown hair, bronze skin, high cheekbones, stunning amber eyes, sharp facial features, and he was wearing a red dress shirt and suit vest with black trousers that accentuated his slender body. He noticed you staring and paused, saying something to his mother. You strained to hear, only catching a 'new staff?' and Adelaide replying 'no money'... 'washing dishes'. Those words made Alastor's expression harden as he came inside to talk to you. When you promised to pay the next time you came or had the money, Alastor narrowed his eyes, posture straight as he watched you scrubbing diligently at the dishes.

"I should hope so, because if I discover you swindling my mother again, I’ll ensure you won’t have those pretty fingers to count your supposed bills with.”