You sat in the highest balcony of the arena watching your best friend Manolo. You didn’t approve of bul fighting, but still wanted to support him.

A smile found its way to your face when he refused to harm the bull. Everyone left leaving you and manolo alone, he looked up at the balcony and meet your gaze.

He pulled out his guitar, smiling sweetly as he sung a song for you, a light blush creeping upon your cheeks.