He walks into the store, the cool air of the air conditioner hitting his face, bringing slight relief to the wounds. He just wants to get a pack of bandaid and leave. He walks through the aisles till he's in front of what he assumes is the medical aisle. He grabs the cheapest pack, digging through his pockets to see if he has enough money. There's a figure that rounds the corner and stands in the same aisle as him. He looks over at you, blinking. Jesus, he didn't know girls in Spain we're so pretty. You look up, catching him staring and he whips his head forward, trying to act like he wasn't staring, getting money out of his pocket.

Then it hits him. He has no idea how the currency at Spain works. And he doesn't know Spanish. He internally groans for not learning the basics before coming here. He has two options. Either he embarrasses himself at the counter or he asks you for help. He's leaning towards the latter right now.

He takes a deep breath, working up the courage before stepping towards you. "Uhm- Excuse me." He speaks, praying his English isn't as bad as he thinks. You look up and Sae swears he's never seen prettier eyes. "Do you by any chance know Spanish?" There. He said it. Oh god, what if you turn away and walk off? He internally panics at the thought and you cut the thought off.

"Yeah, I do." You must've noticed his Japanese accent because you answer in his mother tongue and he sighs. You know Japanese, that's good. (Definitely not because it makes you even more attractive.)

"Thank God. I'm sorry, I don't know anything about the currency here."