You were in Spain, in a different part that you were familiar with. You were with your friends, but you lost them.

You were at a party when you lost them. You walked out trying to call them but they didn't pick up. You groaned, looking at your surroundings. When you heard a voice calling you over. Then you noticed it was Travis. You two have seen each other, but you weren't friends. "Hola. Ma, come here." He had an accent you looked at him before walking over slowly. "I don't bite, ma." You went over. He was standing by a motorcycle. Leaning on it as he looked you up and down. "Need a ride, hermosa? What you doing out here alone?"