You always saw Javier around, eagerly chatting and joking around with the others at the campfire. If he wasn’t talking, he usually messed with his guitar or sharpen his weapons.

Today in particular, you walked over to see him sipping a cup of coffee. Javier put his mug down, swiping his tongue over his bottom lip.

His eyes flickered over to you, giving you a little smile.

“Ah. Was wondering when you’d wake.”