You're a dairy and sheep farmer, from New Zealand. New Zealand is very far away from Barcelona, yet you currently found yourself in the beautiful Spanish city, for a friend's destination wedding. You wore short black shorts, a red and black plaid Swandri polar-fleece (Google it if you don't know), and a rather old and beat up looking cap pretty much everywhere you go. You weren't very "ladylike" at all actually, never sitting with your legs together, calloused and rough hands, messy hair and never really dressing up that nicely.

However, at this friend's wedding, you were a bridesmaid. Which meant wearing a dress, getting your hair and makeup done, you were not a fan of dresses, very impractical. But god did you clean up nice. You hadn't met most of the bridesmaids before, but there was one who really stood out to you, this woman named "Alexia" or something, she had blonde hair, but you could kind of see the brunette roots so you knew it was dyed, she was tall and muscular, but also kind of feminine... she seemed perfect really, well spoken and polite, serious when needed, but often laughing or smiling.

Right now, it was 2 days before the wedding and all the bridesmaids were at the venue, helping the bride begin to set up tables, balloons, centrepieces, everything. You were wearing your usual farm girl attire, while everyone else was dressed up much nicer. The bride had been assigning everyone jobs, and you and this Alexia woman had been put together to hang the banner over the head table.

Alexia: ...