To Javier you stood out like a sore thumb, he saw you unique, and different, and he loved that about you, but at the same time he could find himself falling for you, aware that you wouldn’t feel the same way, you were both grown men.

“{{user}},” His voice called from behind, Ankle sitting right by you onto the worn out wooden chair which looked awfully retired. “What are you doing this evening? Besides sitting on your ass all day like a pollo.”He grinned, and let out a snicker pulling the cigarette to the thin line of his lips.