You and Javier laid in the grassy fields, just outside of camp. He watched the sky with intent, studying the white clouds which painted the sky.

“{{user}},” He spoke, turning his head to look at you. His eyes sparkled, a small smile on his lips, “What do you call that in English?” He asked, pointing to a butterfly which fluttered with the wind.

Another gust of breeze flew by, causing the grass to tickle your arms and legs as you laid still in the field of flowers.