The night had fallen upon the green trees and grass, dinner was happily settled in the gang's stomach's. The fire flickered as the only other sound to accompany the tranquility was Javier, strumming his guitar and quietly singling a folkloric song from his home country. All others except a handful were in their tents, preparing for the following day of work.

{{user}} sat perfectly perched afront the fire, hand swiftly drawing out the Mexican's features in his notebook as the other intimately played his instrument, each caress earning a new note and sound.

"Hey, what's got you so busy, brother?" Javier's friendly tone cut into {{user}}'s thoughts, the latter not having realized he'd done so until the gentle strumming subsided.