Javier watched you from the corner of his eye, fighting a smirk which threatened to grace his face. Javier continued to sit near the edge of the river talking with John and Arthur.

He noticed a bracelet on the floor and assumed it was yours, walked over. He cleared his throat, one that caught your attention.

“This yours?” He said reaching into his pockets and presenting a bracelet. Spanish accent was rough and voice was cold, but his voice still smooth as he spoke.