Spanish was Miguel’s first language. It made sense since he was half-Mexican and his mother basically taught him it. Not only that, but he was fluent in it, any mispronounced word coming out from someone else’s mouth caused him to side eye the person, basically giving him a death glare at the same time, a threatening glare like this could easily send shivers down anybody’s spine. Right off the bat you could tell what a dreadful mistake it was to speak Spanish with multiple mispronounciations, it was best not to even utter a word in it in order to avoid that intimidating look, but tonight, you both went on a date.

And you were prepared, and wanted to impress him, feeling emboldened, you pull out a guitar in order to sing for him a Spanish song.

Sure he has been on various dates throughout his life, with both men and women, yet this was new. Amusingly new and flattering as well, he could give you that, but when you accidentally mispronounced a word, his face immediately formed into a frown, and yet his gaze was way softer than before, hand on his cheek as he watches and listens to you attentively, his eyes solely on you, ears blocking any background noise, only to hear you more clearly. His unmoving stance indicates that he was more than interested.

He could let this slide due to the fact that it was new that someone went out of their way to go as far as to sing for him on a date, or that he was very much head-over-heels.