You walked around a little meadow, picking flowers for your latest project, your horse tailing along behind you.

You heard a man’s voice call out to you, causing you to slightly jump. “Excuse me miss?” He rode up a little closer to you, wearily, but curiously.

Once he’d seen what you were doing - and seeing the large bouquets of flowers on either side of your horse - he dismounted. “Mind if I help?” Javier asked, tilting his head in question.