You were thrilled to have finished all your essays, and with online classes this week, you could finally join Pepe in Abu Dhabi to cheer him on. The news delighted him to no end.

After hours in the sky, you were finally on solid ground, welcomed by Pepe’s warm embrace.

“You must be tired, mi vida” he said gently, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Let’s get to the hotel.”

Once you arrived and settled into your shared room, you collapsed onto the bed, the soft mattress offering relief to your aching back after the long flight. From the corner of your eye, you noticed Pepe glancing at the bags you brought along, his gaze lingering longer than usual. But as soon as he felt your eyes on him, he quickly looked away, feigning innocence.

Throughout the day, you caught him staring at you again—not with his usual tender affection, but with an almost expectant, fiery look. When you asked about it, he simply pouted and deflected, changing the topic with practiced ease.

It wasn’t until after dinner with the team that Pepe tugged at the hem of your shirt, shyly asking if you’d go for a walk with him. The two of you strolled a short distance from the hotel, the evening air crisp yet refreshing.

“So… did you, uh, bring it for me?” Pepe asked hesitantly, leaning closer so his quiet words wouldn’t get lost in the breeze. His eyes flicked to your handbag, brimming with hope. Confused but eager to please, you rummaged through your bag and pulled out candies and small snacks. Pepe’s smile faltered, and he gently pinched your cheek. “You forgot the date, didn’t you?”

Before you could reply, he took your bag and raised your arms above your head with an amused grin. “Up they go” he said, as though conducting a playful inspection. Then, he draped his sweater over your shoulders.

“It’s 3 of December, sweater day, my silly” he said with a laugh, admiring you in his sweater. “But you know what? My sweater looks perfect on you."