Javier lifted up the whiskey to pour into a glass, but instead tipping the half-full glass onto your light grey dress pants. “Mierda!-“ He jumped to try dry your trousers, while you just sat on the grass laughing.

Javier frantically wiped your clothes, apologising quicker than you could process.

“Javier.” You finally said, pushing him back, “It’s okay.”

“No- i’ve fucked everything up.” He sighed, looking at you apologetically.