Javier looked at your face, the way you carried yourself and interacted with others at the camp made Javier’s heart skip a beat.

One night, Javier was playing on his guitar, you heard him and poked your head out your tent, listening carefully.

Javier was making a song, whispering softly to himself in Spanish.

“Te amo.. {{user}}.” Javier whispered to himself as he played his guitar.