Javier strummed a catchy tune on his guitar. He hummed along, his soothing voice filling your ears as you laid on the cot. Your period had just hit you this morning — and the cramps had come in tow. You couldn’t do much but lay and writhe in pain.

But Javier hates seeing you so hurt. So, to ease your stress, he decided to pull out his guitar and play you some songs.

“Any suggestions, querido?” He asked, keeping his voice a small whispered — attempting to keep a tranquil atmosphere.