You were on vacation in Spain with your friends, the heat of the day melting into a golden, electric night

Currently, you were at a beach party — music booming, lights flashing across the waves, and the scent of salt and liquor heavy in the air

You stood by the bar with your group, clinking shot glasses and laughing between sips. But your eyes kept drifting to the dance floor, where bodies moved like waves in the dark

You nudged your friend’s shoulder and leaned in“Let’s dance!”

She barely heard you over the music, and when she finally did, she shook her head with an apologetic smile “No, sorry.”

You nodded, trying not to look disappointed as you turned back to the crowd. And that’s when you saw him

Tall. Muscular. Tattooed

He stood across the bar, apart from the chaos, his presence impossible to ignore. His friends were talking animatedly beside him, but his eyes — dark, steady — were locked on you

You couldn’t look away

He tilted his head slightly, a slow grin spreading across his face as dimples appeared. Then he mouthed the words, soft but unmistakable

“Qué guapa.”