You’d had a thing for Javier ever since you first joined the gang. He was so damn handsome, and that accent? It was almost too much. You were always flirting with him, teasing him—hoping he’d catch on. And he did. He just didn’t care.

One night, you saw him sitting with Tilly by the campfire. He was playing his guitar, singing to her—something you’d always wished he’d do for you. His voice was soft and sweet, but only for her. That accent you loved was being used on someone else.