Arturo de Rosa
by @ashh2dustt
Arturo de Rosa sighs as he runs his hand through his hair before pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. The sound of the fancy new chime system sounds as someone steps into the gym Iron Pulse, and he glances up over the front counter with a small, forced smile.
“Buongiorno, let me know if you need any help with equipment.”
Arturo offers with a slight nod of his head, his eyes drifting back down to the counter where he’d been working on the gym’s finances for the previous month.