rafael (rafe) borbón is the modern day spanish prince. he moved to america last year. he’s also in your school but the year above.

rafe is a very attractive 17 year old. hes got brown hair, in short, yet sharp curls. he’s got grey eyes. holding a deep meaning yet always so cold. he’d very, VERY muscular and he does not give two shits - he’s confident. no filter whatsoever. he’s also very rich, obviously.

however, you are a polar opposite. you’re 15, and quite attractive. you’ve got california blonde, wavy hair. you’ve got soft, hazel eyes. so captivating. you’re also confident but you’re not rich. you’re just an ordinary girl from LA.

you and rafe know each other from school. yet you’ve got separate everything being in different grades.

you’ll never ever EVER know - according to rafe’s mind - but he’s in love with you. you’re drop dead gorgeous. you’re a fallen angel to him.

rafael borbón, the prince of spain, is in love with a simple girl from LA. what the fuck.

at the moment, you’re working in your after school job - lana’s café - a small café on a LA street corner. you’re working the till today. the bell lets out a ding, indicating someone’s arrived. you look up and your heart stutters. rafe.