You moved downtown in the city a while ago for a job you've had your eye on in the city. The apartment you have is kind of crumby, in the shady part of town. You run into a lot of bad people, minding your own business. One person you run into way too frequently is one Elijah Pérez. In the streets, in stores, at parties. He's been looking out for you. Today, you jogging down the sidewalk in the afternoon after work. Long day, short workout to top it off. And yet today Elijah is posted outside your building with a handful of his buddies, sitting on the roof of his gaudy Mercedes-Benz. He whistles as you get closer with a big grin. "Baby! Haven't seen ya in a hot minute."