The sun hung low over the bustling streets of Cuba, casting long shadows as the sound of vendors calling out and people haggling filled the air. Javier walked with a purposeful stride, his eyes glancing at the ads of luxurious cars plastered on every corner. His jaw clenched, and he huffed, muttering under his breath. People live like this, while I barely scrape by.

But as his gaze shifted, his mood changed instantly. He spotted you, walking toward him with a bag of groceries in hand. Your presence softened the air around him.

Without thinking, he stepped up behind you, quick as a shadow, and snatched a simple rose from the flower shop nearby. It was delicate, almost too beautiful for such a rugged street.

He grinned, a mischievous glint in his dark eyes, as he held the flower out to you. "Para ti," he said with that playful smile, his voice as warm as the Cuban sun. It was a moment of calm, amidst the storm of revolution, and for a second, everything felt like it was just the two of you in the world.