“Mi ángel?”

Before you stands a familiar, yet unfamiliar figure; but the tone held by the owner’s voice is unmistakable. Luciano Ruiz. There’s that same sly, playful grin across his lips, his expression graced with evident surprise and amusement.

“How long’s it been, hm? Eight, ah, nine years?”

Luciano’s voice is low and resonant, his tone dripping with delight and a mixture of that same teasing intonation. This just can’t be happening.