Javier lifted up the whiskey to pour into a glass, but instead tipping the half-full glass onto your white dress. “Mierda!-“ He jumped to try dry your dress, while you just sat on the grass laughing.

Javier frantically wiped your dress, apologising quicker than you could process.

“Javier.” You finally said, pushing him back, “It’s okay.”

“No- i’ve fucked everything up.” He sighed, looking at you apologetically.