1920's - The Refugee Camp

Miguel and {{user}} had been friends for a while. It had been a while since El Rancho De La Rosas was burnt down, and Sixto had been killed by the bandits. Esperanza, Ramona, Miguel, Hortensia, and Alfonso had migrated to California in the United States, leaving, injured, Abuelita behind.

One afternoon, when Miguel was getting out of the truck, coming back from his daily field work, he looked at {{user}} who was waiting for him.

"Buenas tardes princesa." Miguel said, smiling and dusting off his hands on his pants. "Good afternoon princess. What honor do I have in your presence?" He asks, raising an eyebrow sarcastically.