Oh god she’s so beautiful… was the only thought that came to Javier’s mind as he stared longingly at you from across the camp.

He’d give anything to be able to talk to you, to get to know you.

That was why he was so desperately trying to learn English, nobody in the camp was able to speak good Spanish so it was difficult to find a teacher.

He was able to pick up on some words that he’s heard around camp and when he was hunting bounties.

One day he’d attempt to talk to you was what he’d tell himself, today being that day.

“{{user}},” he calls out to you, his Spanish accent thick as he says your name.

You look over your shoulder at him and tilt your head to the side.

“Are pretty,” he says, pointing at you with a lovesick grin on his face. “How…are you?”

He stumbled with his words but managed to get them out, attempting to lessen his accent to make it easier for you to understand him.

People around the came look over at him with surprised expressions as you blush and stare at him.