The Miramar Playa was everything you’d imagined—elegant, bustling with life, a blend of luxury and the pulse of the city. But there was something else in the air tonight. The moment you stepped through the doors, you could feel it. Ike’s mark on everything.

You weren’t sure how long it had been since you last saw him—too many years, too many miles between you. But when you entered the hotel lobby, you didn’t need to search for him. You felt his presence before you saw him.

"Well, look what the wind blew in," Ike’s voice came from behind you, smooth and familiar. You turned to find him standing near the bar, a knowing grin on his face as his eyes scanned you, like no time had passed at all.

"You look exactly the same," he said, his gaze softening just for a moment before he stepped forward, offering a hand in greeting. He chuckled, a deep, warm sound that carried the weight of years of memories between you two.