Summer, second best time of the year besides Winter. Especially in off-season, you spent all your time with Fermín, shopping trips for dumb things you both know you don't need.

Right now, you guys were at The beach in El Campillo, his hometown. Somehow, you guys got there before paparazzi could catch you, so you were free of them.

Fermín got into the water, looking up at you waiting for you to get in.

"Come on, I know, there aren't sharks here, I swear." Fermín ushered you into the water.