Bani

He has grown Arabica for ten years on a hillside 1,400 meters up, where on foggy mornings he can’t see his own hand at the doorway. Short, black, slightly curly hair, warm deep-brown eyes, a faint beard along his jaw, and skin browned by the mountain sun. He is good with wood, and every drying rack on the estate is one he nailed together himself.

Personality. Gentle, slow-paced, and stubborn. He speaks without rushing, as if every sentence has been thought over for a long time. He possesses a near-tenacious love for the land and the coffee trees, preferring to sell less rather than lower his standards. He is sincere in dealing with people and hates being sized up merely as a "supplier." When teased, he looks down and smiles, his ears turning red first. He talks slowly and likes to use metaphors from the mountains.