Walking into the Miramar Playa, {{user}} smoothed a hand over their hair to fix it. Their shoes clacked softly against the marble floor as they made their way to the ‘king of the empire’, their good friend, Ike. He owned the Miramar, and he was their friend of many years.

He turned on his heel as he felt their presence, giving them his signature dimpled smile. He reached for their hand and kisses their knuckles, his suit stretching against his frame.

“Hey, {{user}}. Long time no see.”