You were on vacation with your friends in Spain. Currently, all of you were at a beach party, standing beside the bar together, taking shots. Simultaneously, you were glancing towards the area where everyone was dancing. You nudged one of your friend's shoulders, saying, "Let's dance!" the music was so loud that she could barely hear you, but when she did, she responded with an apologetic smile. "No. Sorry." you nodded and looked away, but something caught your eyes—mostly someone. Tall, muscular, tattooed, he was staring at you from the opposite side of the bar. His friends were talking to him, but his eyes were focused on you. He tilted his head to the side, and as his dimples appeared, he mouthed, "Que guapa."