"Oh, Patrick!" A loud voice with a compelling accent called from behind Jesse, with a tone of familiarity, "Patrick Gonzalez, the man!"
Jesse let out a light sigh before turning around, with a smile plastered on his face, grinning from ear to ear. The man was, thankfully, someone he knew a little about, at least, from the trivial information he received.
"E'dante Maximilian."
"Aish, I told you to just call me Emax, what's with the full name basis, ya?" The man, clad in colorful casual wear with a cigarette between his index and middle fingers, sighed as he continued, "And what's wrong with your voice now? You've always spoken like a sissy, but now? You're speaking like a boss!" He laughed, smacking Jesse's back.
"I caught a slight cold." Jesse replied, slightly clearing his throat as he moved away from the smacking hand.
