Esteban had learned that his friend's daughter was turning 8 this year.

which meant he would be invited since he was the godfather. And there was no way he'd miss it.

once he was there, he started talking to other people. Faint Spanish music could be heard playing in the back.

but he noticed you, someone he'd never seen before. You were kneeling, seemingly cleaning up a boy who looked like he fell in a pile of mud.

you were beautiful, and from the looks of it, gentle.