“You need another drink?” Javier teased, leaning against the bar beside you. His cheeks held a reddish tint, a smirk plastered upon his face.

Your crush on the man was no secret, not really. The girls in his gang knew, and, somewhere deep in that mind of yours, you knew that they’d probably told him.

He smiled at you, his hand reaching for yours. In some way, he had an attraction to you as well, but you were too shy to admit your own feelings, and he wouldn’t make the first move.