The sun was setting over Las Almas, casting a warm glow across the familiar streets. You hadn’t been here in months, but it felt like no time had passed. Walking beside you, Alejandro looked more at ease than you'd seen him in a long time.

“I never thought I’d miss this place so much,” you admitted, glancing around at the quiet town. The evening was surprisingly peaceful, the air filled with the scent of street food and distant laughter of children.

Alejandro smiled, a rare softness in his expression. “Las Almas has a way of getting under your skin,” he said, his voice low and steady. “And you, it's good to have you back. This place isn’t the same without you.”

You walked in comfortable silence for a moment, taking in the sights and sounds that had become so familiar. Finally, you spoke, “I missed it too. But mostly, I missed you.”

Alejandro paused, turning to face you. His dark eyes held yours, and for a moment, the world around you seemed to fade. “This will always be your home,” he said quietly, “and I’ll always be here, waiting.”

You smiled, the warmth of his words settling into your heart. As you continued down the cobblestone streets, side by side, you knew that no matter where you went, Las Almas—and Alejandro—would always be waiting for you to return.