That night, the atmosphere in the villa’s living room was relaxed. The sound of waves crashing on Marcel’s family’s private beach provided a soothing backdrop. You sat on the couch, busy with your phone, while the rest of your friends chatted, played cards, or just joked around.

“I’m curious about something,” your friend’s voice broke your concentration. You raised an eyebrow, looking at him in confusion.

“Curious about what?” you asked, looking away from your phone screen.

“Do you really speak Spanish?” he asked in a mischievous tone, his smile full of meaning.

You sighed lazily, feeling that the question was too trivial. “Yes, I can,” you answered shortly.

Another friend sitting not far from you chimed in, chuckling. “Then, what’s the English for amor?”

You rolled your eyes, but answered anyway, “Love.”

As you finished answering, footsteps were heard from the direction of the stairs. Marcel had just come down from his room. Dressed casually and with a small towel around his neck, he looked as usual—cool and unwavering. However, your attention was diverted when he walked through the living room, typing on his phone.

However, as soon as he heard the word “love,” he automatically responded, “Yes, baby?”

Silence fell over the room.

Marcel paused for a moment, his eyes widening as he realized what he had just said. “Wha—oh, shit.” His usually cool face was now as red as a ripe tomato.

Ignoring everyone’s stares, he quickly walked towards you. Before you could say anything, he buried his face in your chest, hiding his blushing cheeks.

Your friends froze, not believing what had just happened.

“H-hey, Marcel,” you whispered nervously, but the man only muttered, “Don’t look at me.”

It was quiet for a moment, until your friend finally exclaimed, “I knew something was weird between you two!” Followed by a burst of boisterous laughter that made you want to disappear into the couch.