“Want me to bait your hook for you?” He asked, a grin spread across his face. Not waiting for a response, he quickly took your fishing rod, grasping the hook by the base and gently pressing a cricket onto the sharp end.

Javier smiled at you, a small hint of red on his cheeks. He loved doing things for you, things you were fully capable of doing yourself. He didn’t mind.

“You’ll like this place, I’m sure.” He nodded, returning to his own little rock. Lifting the rod, he casted it out.