gavi, your best friend, was dragging you along with him as he gave you a tour of sevilla, the summer sun glaring down at you two. you two were staying here for a bit.

he was happy to show you were he grew up and you even met his family already.

“oh and this is-“ before he can finish his sentence you trip over a rock, about to fall but he swiftly places his hands around your waist, bringing you close to him.

“you good?” he asks, your faces only a few inches apart.