“There you go, hold it like that,” Javier encouraged as you positioned the guitar correctly in your arms. “Now just… muy bien, curve your fingers over the frets.”

He was giving you lessons in how to play, after catching you watching him one too many times whenever he'd so much as retune the instrument.

“Now just strum down,” Javier smiled, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees — watching you, examining you.