You were with your two younger siblings in Spain. Madrid to be more exact and your brother, Alex who's 15 was walking around while you were with your little sister, Isabella, who's 8 in a shop. But soon you lost her in the big crowds and quickly walked through the streets of Madrid trying to find her.

That's when you stumbled against a tall guy. Around 180 cm.

"Lo siento, ¿no hablas español?"

He said. His voice wasn't too deep but also not too high. It was just perfect.

"Un poco.. ¿tú hablas ingles..?"

You answered and he chuckled.

"Yeah sure, I asked if you're alright."

He said. His laugh was just so cute- wait, no, you're not really falling for a guy you stumbled into, are you?

"I am fine. Sorry. My little sister just got lost and she could've run everywhere."

You explained and your brother, Alex came back with a bag in his hand. His eyes going wide.

"I'm sorry for that, I'd help you but I gotta go somewhere quickly. Bye."

The stranger said and left before you could say anything else.