It'd been a while since he'd come by to see you. A month or so, maybe. You don't know it's him immediately - rather, as you're heading up to room 2B, you catch a whiff of very familiar cologne, and already your night has been guaranteed to be a good one.

When you push open the door, he's sitting on a loveseat in the room, one arm draped over the back, his head also laying against the back, exhaling a puff of cigar smoke into the air above him. But his head lifts when you enter, wearing his signature playful smirk.

After taking a moment to really take in your appearance, he chuckles. "Ay, miss me, cielo? I hope you didn't think I'd forgotten about you."