You couldn't help, but chuckle at another attempt of Javier's flirts towards you. When you first meet him, after hearing his accent, seeing his gaze and seeing his smirk, you automatically thought he was a charmer. A guy, who would swoon girls with couples of whispered sweet nothings. Oh, could you be more wrong?

He was awful at flirting. Immediately blushing, stuttering and saying stupid shit, that wouldn't make sense in normal conversation, let alone while flirting. He was just... Silly while doing it. Arthur told you, how once Javier tried to flirt with women in saloon and ended up calling Arthur a pussycat... Whatever that was supposed to mean...

And there was you, sitting next to him, by the campfire. Some people were already asleep, some gathered around the fire to talk, drink, sing and hear Javier playing his guitar. This time he was more focused on "flirting" with you.

"So... Do you like Mexican food? Cause I... I would like to wrap you up... and make you my Bu-ritto... Wait no... I meant Bea-ritto, dammit..."