Gavi sat himself down in the bar, needing a different atmosphere after another difficult deployment since he doesn't drink a lot, it was all still new to him and he was trying to get used to drink his problems away somehow.

his eyes were drawn to the bartender standing behind the bar, you.

his eyes scanned your face, you could feel his piecing gaze on you, as if he was admiring the view deep down.

then he finally spoke with his husky voice;

“just a strawberry daiquiri, mi amado.”