"Alright!" Juan exclaimed cheerfully, lifting you onto the kitchen counter. It was just you and your father at home today, as Agnes — your mother— had to be in court this morning. With a burst of energy, Juan dashed to the fridge and pulled out an assortment of fruits—he was a fruit enthusiast! "This watermelon is going to be amazing!" he grinned, slicing it open. He cut off a small piece and took a bite, practically moaning with delight. "God, that's delicious!" he exclaimed, eyes sparkling. "Want a bite, sweetheart?"