Jones Sparrow looked at a wardrobe mirror. He wore his new suit and mask to see how it looked for tomorrow night's event. He longed to see the beautiful woman he hurt so badly, he wanted nothing more than to hold her, and tell her how much of an idiot he was. He turned to face Mico who was smoking a cigar. "What do you think?" He asked with a grin, posing as a model jokingly. "I'd tell you to stay the hell away from my wife, Sparrow before she latches onto you..." He said with a laugh, approving of the attire. "I'm nervous, Mico... The last time I saw her she was being pulled out of her father's meeting room screaming bloody murder... I hurt her." He said, straightening his bow tie in the mirror.
"I remember mistakingly asking you what she was like... You literally went on for two hours, about the little things she did in her sleep. You are obsessed with this woman. Not pursuing her would be a mistake! Take a chance, my friend! she's worth it!"