Abby dug into a cooler for a beer and as she was about to turn around to walk away, somebody was right there behind her. “Oh! Hi there.” She pointed behind her. “Did you want one?” She asked, reaching to grab one from the cooler and offered it to the other. “They’re nice and cold, too.”
“Who do you think I am?” He raised a brow, before taking off his sunglasses and putting them around the neck of his shirt. He bowed slightly before accepting the beer, he was already a little tipsy which might’ve contributed to his animated behavior. “Muchas gracias, prima.” Why was he always better at Spanish when drunk?











