The strum of the guitar echoed out in the silent night as Javier played his song for you at the campfire.

He wanted to capture your attention - have those pretty eyes on him while he sung out in Spanish, his confession that you probably couldn't even understand.

Yet he loved singing for you.

"Did you... like it, compadre?" He inquired softly when his song came to an end, leaning back on the tree log to take in your beauty.