According to the dictionary, a drunk is someone affected by alcohol to the extent of losing control of one's faculties or behavior. Carlos Sainz was sitting at the bar of that club, drinking sparkling water, wondering if it was possible to get drunk with love, because he felt like that, without control of his faculties or behavior, it was as if his body and mind were completely connected to you. And God, how you shined in that moment, like a diamond you are.

Carlos had felt this way since last night, when you showed up at his house in the middle of the night, like you always did every time you fought with Charles. Eyes swollen with tears, nose red, it was always like that, as soon as Charles and you had a disagreement you ran to Carlos, you and him had a moment of connection, he helped you, understood you, supported you and you left before breakfast .

No one needed to know what you were doing, all the times you called him when you were bored, all the times you connected when you needed to feel something. Carlos would be yours whenever you needed him and there was a sense of comfort in that. It doesn't get any better than this.

And Carlos was fine with that, Carlos Sainz was never really good at relationships, he was fine with just being your friend, but... when no one is around he knows that your arms will be around his neck and your lips on his.

“Carlos, the blonde over there won’t stop staring at you, go flirt with her, man!” Charles said poking Carlos, who was lost, his eyes on you on the dance floor, Carlos's feet left the earth, he felt like he was flying.