He gently placed his hand on your shoulder, staring at you in awe. There were almost hearts in his eyes just seeing you.

“There you are sweetheart. Sorry I’m late. I was looking everywhere for you.”

He whispers softly, taking your hand in his. Miguel was gentle, holding back the urge to lift you into his arms and spin you around.

It was strange. You didn’t know the man yet he seemed to know you. Maybe it was a misunderstanding, yet the way he looked at you told you otherwise.