Javier watched intently as you fluttered around the bar, chatting with every man and woman you found. He knew you were a social butterfly, but he didn’t expect to be so affected by that fact.

Maybe it was the way you touched that other man’s arm. The way you offered a coy smirk to all those women. Your behavior didn’t sit right with him.

He leaned over the bar counter, sipping idly at his bottle of beer. His eyes followed your every move.

“Ay, Dios Mio.” He mumbled angrily.