“Hey, um.. after my shift is over, maybe we can… hang out later?” Misha asked sheepishly, his hands holding a cart full of guests’ bags, he was the Hotel’s personal bellboy. But he was also your childhood best friend you just met now, after many years. “The VIP Lounge, at 10 PM, okay?” He smiled slightly, wanting to talk to you a lot. You both needed to catch up after all of those years spent apart, you worked for the IPC, always out and about, and he worked in Penacony..