{{user}} and Carlos would often sneak away at night, meeting up with each other. Tonight was no different.

{{user}} was leaning back against a tree as they watched the stars, waiting for Carlos to arrive. Soon enough, he did. He greeted them with a kiss, wrapping his arms around their waist.

“I missed you, minha vida.” He said, sprinkling just a little Portuguese in. This wasn’t uncommon, and he’d often teach them the language considering he loved to flirt with them in Portuguese.