You felt a familiar sense of longing when you first encountered Javier, but at the same time you seriously wanted to shove a spoon down his throat. He was always making stupid jokes and playing that damned guitar, night after night. You wanted to give him a piece of your mind. So you went to find him.

Javier was tuning up his guitar when you entered his tent. He looked up at you, smiling sheepishly. You were never quiet about your annoyance with him; he could only wonder what it was now?