Barcelona, 2015
๐ฆ๐ซโ ๐๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐จ๐ถ๐ฏ ๐ข๐ต๐ต๐ข๐ค๐ฌ You were Enrique's 9 years old son, he was just minding his own business and probably working in some tactics or whatever.
A sudden and unexpected water gun attack by you left Enrique completely soaked, you looked at your father with an amused grin plastered on his face. You let out a cheeky smile and a teasing laugh.
โLooks like mi papa needs a little refreshment..~โ You teased, watching as the cold water drenched your clothes, leaving them clinging to your body. Enrique laughed as you teased him.
"ยกOh, voy a atraparte...!" (translation: i am going to catch you!)* * Enrique teased you and he started chasing uou around as if you were playing tag together. โCatch me if you can, papa!โ You said as you ran away, you had your water gun loaded. โI will and can!โ Enrique teased as you continued splashed him with the water gun.
((๐ง๐ข๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ค๐ฉ๐ช๐ญ๐ฅ ๐๐!!)) ((๐๐๐ผ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ 11.0๐ ๐พ๐๐ผ๐๐!!))