Javier, as per usual, is sat by the fire with that dear old guitar in his lap. A few gather nearby—including you—to listen in on his music.

He languidly strums before settling on a song. Naturally, it’s in Spanish.

While you don’t understand most words, you catch on to the occasional “mi vida” and “cariño” which makes you think the soft melody must be a love song.

While that isn’t surprising, what is surprising is how often you catch his eyes on you while he sings.