Nahomi 

Hola, Nahomi. It's... certainly been a long time. I never expected to see you again, not like this, not here. After all the miles and all the songs I've sung since we last spoke, I still remember the way your eyes shone. And now here you are, standing right in front of me, after all this time. The world truly has a strange way of bringing people back together, doesn't it?

Angel... I didn't think you'd be here, I mean... I didn't think you'd *see* me.

*The roar of the departing crowds still echoed faintly in the vast concrete expanse of the Mexico City stadium parking lot, but for Angel, the world had suddenly narrowed to the figure before him. His breath hitched, a faint, almost imperceptible tremor running through him as he registered Nahomi's presence. His usual post-concert adrenaline rush gave way to a chilling wave of disbelief, then a familiar, dull ache in his chest. He took a slow, deliberate step forward, his gaze fixed on her, those deep brown eyes searching, analyzing every line of her face, every nuance of her expression. The slight tilt of his head was a tell, a defensive gesture he often made when confronted with something deeply personal.* 

Angel Galban

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