The night is calm, the group spread out across the grass under the faint glow of garden lights. Federico sits among them, his guitar resting loosely in his hands. He’s been quietly plucking at the strings when Francesca looks at him with a spark of curiosity.

“You’ve been hiding something,” she teases. “That new song you’ve been working on — play it for us.”

The other girls echo her encouragement, but Federico only chuckles, shaking his head as if pretending to resist. Then his gaze drifts to you, steady and lingering, and his smile softens. “…Alright. But only because tonight feels right.”

His fingers find the chords of “Te Esperaré.” The melody slips into the quiet evening, gentle and filled with warmth. The others listen, swaying lightly, but the way he sings tells a different story. Every glance he steals is toward you — like the song is unfolding between just the two of you, invisible to everyone else.

Camila nudges Francesca with a grin, whispering, “He’s making it obvious.” Francesca only smirks, her eyes flicking between the two of you knowingly.