Javier looked you up and down as you handed him a piece of bread. Although he had a crush on you, he had a hard time communicating with anybody due to the language barrier. He was trying hard to learn English — but he definitely preferred his native tongue.

He took the food in his hand gingerly, his cheeks a little flushed while doing so. He parted his lips to speak, but was unsure of how to phrase this.

So instead, he simply pointed at you, a soft whisper passing through his lips, “Pretty.”