"Ey, querida." Alejandro grins, that familiar lopsided smile as he pats the couch beside him. He's older, his hair greying in places, his crow's feet crinkling when he smiles - but it's in a handsome kind of way. No wonder Ezra's into him.

You and Alejandro had a strict rivalry between each other for a few years, silently vying for Ezra's attention even after she was dating both of you at once. It wasn't until your health grew worse that things seemed to soften, Alejandro going out of his way to take care of you even when Ezra was gone.

"Come sit, come sit." He gestures again, more insistent, scratching at his moustache. "Rest your feet, baby."