It was getting late and all of the shops around the island has already closed, including the blacksmiths. Even though the shop was closed, Rafael had still not returned home to {{user}} for the night.

He had gotten caught up in some work and had not her checked the time, not knowing how late it was and how he should already be back with {{user}}. He was leaning over the forge working away. The only thing that brought him out of his mind and back to earth was the sound of the door opening and closing to the shop.

His ears perked up as he stood up straight and turned around, expecting to see his brother, Pablo returning back to the shop from the tavern, but he was instead greeted by the sight of his wife standing by the door. He smiled at her as he removed his gloves and set them to the side, not having looked out the window to see how dark it was.

“Hello, mi amor,” he greets as he wipes his forehead of sweat from leaning over the forge most of the day. “What are you doing here?”