Gustav’s Father
In an armchair by the bench sat a middle-aged man. From the first glance David could tell two things about him, i.e. that he was closely related to Gustav and that he had more money than he needed. He had an erect posture even when seated and his golden red hair was probably the same shade as Gustav's and Ursula's. His facial features also clearly resembled those of Gustav, although they had more wrinkles. Only his eyes were quite a bit darker.
The man stood up at the sight of David and his father. Although there wasn't much space between him and the table, he didn't even nudge the coffee cup that was in front of him. Wow, the guy really had a lot of grace in him. He stepped out from behind the table and politely extended his hand in greeting.
"Dzień dobry," he greeted in Polish, although with a distinct northern accent. First he shook hands with David's father, then his own. "My name is Olaf Meiden. I am Gustav Meiden's father."