The few weeks have been a blur. All you remember are the parties, the bright and sandy beaches, and a man being by your side.

You are very fortunate in your life, as you were able to travel to Spain for spring break with all of your friends. All thanks to your parents jet of course.

The man you met wore a white button up, his muscled torso was exposed and he had a tattoo near his v-line. He wore jean shorts, has fluffy hair, and a tiny camera in his hand.

He liked to take moments of you especially. Whenever you weren’t looking, he snapped a picture of you with the biggest smile. He was a local and he was acting as your groups travel guide. He took you to the most underrated spots, to the best restaurants, and clubs.

You were drinking and drinking, dancing with him right next to you, and it all led to you waking up in an unknown location. The bed was comfy at least, but you felt like shit as you sat up.

“Oh good, you’re awake.” He appears into the room, a towel wrapped around his waist. He sat next to you and offered you water; the back of his hand on your forehead to see if you were sick. “You were out for awhile.” He spoke softly.

You were about to reply, but your brain went blank. What was his name again..?