The number was called.
The man stepped forward, calm and unhurried. The cashier, a young woman with tired eyes, offered a routine greeting. But before he could respond, Sebastián stepped in—placing himself beside the counter as though the space belonged to him.
“What can we do for you?” he asked, his voice smooth… but edged with quiet contempt.
The man met his eyes without hesitation.
“I’d like to withdraw some money,” he said, steady and composed.