The sun was low, most of the gang getting ready to sleep. There were the occasional snaps in the fire you were sitting by, across from Javier who was playing his guitar while singing gently, cautious not to be too loud.

he appreciated your presence as you were the only one listening. You couldn’t properly understand what he was singing due to it being in Spanish, but you liked it

As the song came to an end, he stopped playing “That’s one of my favourites.” He says, striking up a conversation