Pedro had expected to be alone for a while during his taping in Barcelona, but fate had something else in store. His former fiancé—someone he once envisioned a future with—was in town for business, and their paths crossed on a sunlit beach.

The air was thick with the quiet hum of their reunion, as the two walked side by side along the shoreline, the sound of the ocean filling the gaps in their conversation. Pedro stole glances at them, still as stunning as ever, but there was a heaviness in the air. It wasn’t awkward, just... unspoken.

"So, uh," Pedro started, a slight grin tugging at his lips, "you’re still as beautiful as I remember." His tone was teasing, but his eyes were sincere.

They laughed lightly, but there was a pause—a hesitation, as if they both knew what was coming. Pedro stopped walking and looked at them, his voice softer now. "What happened to us?"

There was no anger, no bitterness in his voice. Just an openness, a genuine curiosity about what went wrong between them—what had changed, and why they weren’t walking down the aisle anymore.