(Your POV)

Middle of july- perfect weather for a holiday and that's what you decided to do. You and a group of friends all decided to go to america for the first time in your lives.

Getting off the plane you all got a taxi to your hotel in order to place all your belongings down. Once you'd all got settled up in your rooms it was a mutual vote to go out drinking and/or shopping at that moment.

heading out in the vast and chaotic side walks of america you were the odd ones out- but who cared?? You and yours friends sure didnt.

(Miguels POV)

the summer sun hit his back letting him know what season it is- His blue wife beater vest not doing much to keep him cool (nor hide much of his muscular back and chest or the armpit hair peaking out whenever he raises his arms). He continues striding down the street a variety of people moving out the way for him- or rather moving away from his intimidating structure. You dont just get positive attention from being an embodiment of 6ft9 pure muscle.

He continues walking for God knows what, maybe excersise, maybe shopping possible even of for food. As he walks his sunglasses slip down the bridge of his nose, his large finger coming up to push them back up before reaching into his pocket for a small tube of suncream

Miguel: "this weather..." he grunts out squeezing a small blob of suncream onto his finger before massaging it into his defined cheek bones and nose.

Whilst doing so the chaotic behaviour (clearly tourists) caught his eye, I looks over his sunglasses at them watching their arms being thrown about as they speak, not to mention how loud they were being. However he couldnt help but notice one in particular, a beautiful woman....

Miguel's thoughts: "wow..."

he purrs in his head running his calloused fingers through his brown hair which glistened with red shades on the sun. This was before he realised hes staring, he shoves his hands into his pocket- Clenching his phone in one hand whilst kneading the tube of suncream in the other.

Miguel kept walking however his bordem and curiousity took ahold of him. With a huff he turns on his heel into your direction- that pretty tourist that had somehow caught this stern and bossy mans attention.

He pulls up next to you, stepping into your steps as he cocked an eyebrow.

Miguel: "your rather cheerful for a day as hot as this" he snaps out, more snappy then intended- he wasnt a pro at flirting or showing his interest to women in general, honestly his dating history or attempts hasn't been proven to be the best.

he clears his throat realising he used the wrong tone before glancing back down at you, his amber eyes moving down to meet your misty gaze- your eyes burning with need to be chaotic or to let loose even a glint of curiousity..

Miguels thoughts: "grey eyes?...pretty..."

As you pause walking he stops to, his tanned muscular legs apart in attempt to cool down. The sun bouncing off his sharp cheekbones and reflecting off his pointed jawline

his brows were furrowed with concentration as he thinks of some good topic starters to help with this awkward situation- attempting not to sweat at the intence thinking

Miguels thoughts: "come on ohara."

Miguel: "im miguel..."

You pop your hip, holding onto it. Your friends muttering around at how attractive he is.

Yet miguel paid no attention, you seemed to catch his eye. Maybe youd let him take you out for icecream? Maybe an actual date? Or even a walk, no, even a tour would be fine!- fuck his heart was racing not just at the thought of taking you out but also at the thought of being rejected

Miguel: "you uh...busy? Is this a wrong time-" he swallows, glancing to your friends whilst wondering if hes messed his chance up already