Red Sunsets (Javier Peña x Chinese!Reader) | Epilogue: A La Casa
Author’s Note: This is the end of this story, but the beginning of a new chapter for reader and Javi. Thank you to everyone who stuck around for the ending; I wanted to ensure that I paid one last homage to the characters and my culture. Special thanks to @oloreaa for creating a LNY creator’s celebration, I can’t wait to see what everyone makes! Again: thank you, thank you, thank you for loving this story. Happy New Year!
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Summary: Family fights, grudges, and determination. Those three things defined your journey as you navigated through the workings of the DEA. Getting in was hard, and catching Escobar was even harder. You joined Javier Peña and Steve Murphy in the hunt for Escobar, forming bonds and life lessons along the way.
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Warning(s): food, pregnancy mention
“Gong hei faat choy!” your niece and nephew cheered, the twins running over to hug you. Their small bodies wrapped around you, squeezing tightly.
You laughed and ruffled their hair. “Gong hei faat choy! You’ve grown so much! I remember when you were sooooo tiny that I could carry both of you at the same time. Now you’re almost as tall as suk suk.”
Your niece gasped. “Is suk suk here? I didn’t see him!”
Right on cue, Javi joined you in the living room. The small smile on his face grew as he noticed the children hugging your legs. “Looks like you’re all having fun.”
“Suk suk!!!” the kids squealed, leaving you to hug Javi. You weren’t able to keep the smile off your face as he lowered himself to hug them. As gruff as he could be, he was always so gentle with the children. “Gong hei faat choy! Sun nin fai lok!”
He laughed softly. “Gong hei faat choy. How are you? Have you been behaving? Studying hard?”
The kids giggled and told him what they’d been up to. It had only been a few months since you’d last seen them, but they’d learned so much in so little time. It was just a testament to how quickly time was flying, and how far you’d come since Colombia.
Javi stood up from his crouched position with a groan, his knees popping. Years of chases across rooftops did not treat his joints well. He came to your side and wrapped an arm around your waist, holding you close. “Are you having fun, baby?”
You hummed softly and nodded, giving him a quick kiss. “Are you?”
“Yes,” he said, resting his forehead against yours. “It’s just as magical every year.”
“Yeah?” you asked, resting your hands against his chest. “Even though my grandma keeps asking when we’re having kids?”
He chuckled softly. “Even then.” When he kissed you, your niece and nephew cried out in protest. Breaking away with a laugh, he asked, “Do you have them?”
“I do,” you said, pulling them out of your purse. “We can give these to them and then go make dumplings.”
“Making our own dumplings?” he asked, a teasing smirk on his face. “I wouldn’t be opposed to that…”
Face burning, you smacked his chest lightly. “You know what I mean, Javi.”
You handed two to him, a wave of emotion cresting. It was still surreal, even years after leaving. The memories of being on the receiving end still felt like yesterday, and yet there you were. A lot had changed, but not your love for your culture, nor your love for Javi. And dumplings. Your dumpling.
The doctor had confirmed it eight days earlier, and now you were just waiting.
A bamboo steamer basket set to the side was already prepared with a note; now you just needed to get him to open it.
The envelopes were a true red, like the petals of a rose. Embossed in gold were chinese characters, along with flowers and the new year’s zodiac. The finish on the paper was a soft matte, smooth yet almost velvety under your fingers. You and Javi had spent much more time than necessary picking the right ones, wanting every child to love the design as much as its contents.
Before you both turned to the kids and held them out. “Sun nin fai lok.”
Red Sunsets (Javier Peña x Chinese!Reader) | Chapter 11: La Mañana Dorada
Author’s note: We’ve made it, everyone! This is the last “official” chapter of the story 🥺 Up next will be the epilogue, which is the moment that inspired this entire series! Thank you to everyone who’s been so supportive of this story and embraced this Chinese reader insert ❤️ Happy New Year!
Summary: Family fights, grudges, and determination. Those three things defined your journey as you navigated through the workings of the DEA. Getting in was hard, and catching Escobar was even harder. You joined Javier Peña and Steve Murphy in the hunt for Escobar, forming bonds and life lessons along the way.
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Warning(s): smut (first third or so, it’s over by the time breakfast rolls by!), food/drink (breakfast lol), restrictive family mention
You woke to sunlight slipping between the blinds, gold streaking across the nest of blankets and pillows that you and Javi built the night before.
It was late by the time you had arrived back at the apartment complex, and you weren’t ready to leave Javi’s arms just yet. You weren’t sure if you ever would be. Not truly. So, naturally, you both wandered into his apartment for the night.
“Good morning,” Javi murmured, pressing his lips to your shoulder.
You smiled and nestled yourself closer to him. “Good morning.” A soft laugh left your lips as you felt him pressing against you. “Is that what I think it is?”
“Maybe.” He nuzzled your neck, his facial hair tickling your skin. Warmth bloomed in your belly as you imagined how he would feel between your thighs. “I can’t help it, sweetheart. I love waking up with you.”
You reached back to sift your fingers through his brown locks. “Shall we take care of that?”
He hummed softly, his hand sliding up your belly to trace circles around your nipple. At your airy moan, he said, “I want to feel you, baby. I want…” His other hand slid under your parties and tapped your swollen clit. “I want to feel you cum around me. Want to take care of you, baby.”
“Please,” you begged, arching into his hands. “I want to see if you can make me cum like this.”
He chuckled softly. “Oh, I know I can. And you must know too...you’re soaked, honey. Is this for me?”
You gasped as his fingers dipped into your folds, the wet sounds heard even through layers of blankets. They filled you deliciously, better than yours ever could, but you wanted more. You wanted something thicker, harder, and longer.
“Please,” you begged again, clenching around his fingers when he pinched your nipple. “I need you inside me.”
“Shhh,” he hushed. “I’ve got you, baby.”
The angle took your breath away. No matter how many times you’d taken him, he always stretched you until you could feel every vein and throb. The tip of his cock was seated right by your g-spot, and every clench around him nearly sent you over the edge.
“So sensitive,” he murmured between kisses. His hands circled your nipples as if they were your clit, rubbing and squeezing them until you felt sparks in your lower belly. Seated inside you, he could feel that you were close. He smiled against your skin as you whimpered and keened against him. “Come on, baby. You can do it.”
You came at the sound of his voice, your body testing up and squeezing around him. The feeling of his cock throbbing and rubbing against your g-spot only prolonged your pleasure.
“That’s it, baby,” he said, slipping a hand down to your clit. He chuckled darkly as you bucked your hips into his hand for more. “Cum for me again, sweetheart. Give me all you’ve got.”
“Fuck!” White ecstasy blinded you as you came again, gushing around his cock and soaking his fingers. Your body vibrated from pleasure as he just kept going.
“That’s it, baby,” he groaned, pushing deeper inside you. The usually smooth thrusts of his hips stuttered as your walls fluttered around him. “Let it all out. Milk my cock.”
“Please, Javi,” you whimpered, holding his hand in place so he couldn’t leave your clit. “I want you to fill me. Please.”
With a growl, he pulled you against his chest and buried himself to the hilt, thick ropes of his cum painting your walls. He tucked his face against your neck as he let his orgasm wash over his body, his hips bucking slightly in the aftershocks.
You couldn’t help but smile as you felt his warmth fill you up, and lifted your hand to bury your fingers in his hair. “You did so well, honey.”
A huff of laughter. “Did you enjoy yourself?”
Humming softly, you snuggled closer to him. “With you? Always.” You smirked. “Though we do like to make a mess, don’t we? We should probably get cleaned up and change the sheets.”
Cleaning up was a quick affair, a nearly normal routine that you’d fallen into since your relationship became official. While you washed up in the bathroom, Javi stripped the sheets off the bed and put them aside to wash. Then, you’d switch and put on fresh sheets while he got ready for the day. More often than not, you finished before he did, which always led you back to the bathroom. Back to him.
“I could get used to this view,” you mused, watching as Javi scrambled some eggs in a pan with chopsticks. Though he wasn’t much of a cook, it made you proud to see that he was expanding his collection of utensils. “You should cook more often, baby.”
“Unless you want to eat eggs on toast for the rest of your life, I’m not so sure you want that,” he teased, bringing over plates piled with glistening eggs and buttered toast.
“Well, I’m sure you could learn how to cook a couple more things,” you laughed. For someone that loved food and exploring local restaurants, it was a wonder that he couldn’t cook. Though you couldn’t blame him; work didn’t always leave much time for cooking. “Like...scrambled egg and tomato with rice It’s just as easy as this.”
“I’ll learn just for you,” he said, turning off the stove and bringing over the plates of toast and eggs. “But until then, I hope these will do.”
You two ate quietly, basking in the morning haze. The eggs were fluffy and seasoned with dashes of soy sauce, and the toast was crisp but buttery.
Javi said your name softly.
You looked up from your plate, meeting his dark brown eyes. “Yeah?”
He gulped, then said, “When this is over, when we can go home, I want you to come with me to Laredo. You can meet my papá. We can also go see your family. You always tell me about your grandma, I’d love to meet her.”
You huffed out a laugh, “Are you sure? Do you think you’re ready for that?”
It would’ve been a lie if you didn’t feel a pang of anxiety. Your family wasn’t exactly the most accepting of families, to put it lightly. Hell, you had to fight tooth and nail to get to this point in your career. You knew that. Javi knew that. Those closest to you knew that every moment of self-expression was an act of defiance against your family.
Part of you didn’t want Javi to go through that; to put him through the wringer when all he wanted was to be with you. But at the same time, you couldn’t just ignore your family, just like he couldn’t ignore his.
He reached across the table to hold your hand. “Of course, hermosa. They’re your family.” A small smirk crept onto his face. “And even if they don’t like me...I’m not giving you up that easily.”
The weight lifted off your shoulders. “Then it’s settled; we’ll go home together.”
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A few months later...
Your last visit to Medellín’s La Candelaria neighborhood didn’t feel like your last. Just like the months before, the narrow streets were packed with Chinese locals speaking in a mix of Spanish and Cantonese. The elderly couple’s herbal shop still stood proudly at the block across from a music school, and the Chinese restaurant with homemade potstickers and empanadas was still tucked away behind a red door with a sign that said “Abierto!”
You squinted against the glare of the sun on the street as you slid out of the car, grimacing as the thick air enveloped you. Sliding sunglasses onto your face, you turned to Javi, who was rounding the front of the car. “Shall we pay our friends a visit?”
The elderly couple at the herbal shop sprung up from their chairs behind the counter and greeted you warmly, taking your hands into theirs and showering you with compliments on how much happier you looked. You couldn’t help but dip your head sheepishly, trying to keep your cheeks from burning. Yes, you were happy. Yes, you and Javi were happy. But there was something you had to tell them.
Gently, you explained to them that you would be leaving the following week to move back to the States. Part of your heart broke as their smiles faded. They knew you moved to Colombia for work, as did Javi, but you hadn’t expected for your time to be up so soon. You weren't ready to let go of the memories you’d created in the country. The past months felt like a century weighed down with work, but as you stood with the love of your life telling your dear friends that you were leaving for good, watching their unbridled joy dimmed just slightly, it felt like only a day.
Your family had kept mostly to themselves in the States, never truly making friends or settling into a community. But you’d promised to yourself that you’d break that cycle. You had promised, and you had delivered. But no one had told you the consequences of delivering on such a promise.
“¿Y vas a regresar a los Estados Unidos con ella?” the old man asked, pointing a finger towards Javi.
He nodded, the lone dimple on his left cheek showing as he smiled shyly. “Pues, debemos visitar a mi papá también, ¿no?” He wrapped his arms around your waist in a hug, just snug enough to make the couple coo. “Va a matarme si no conoce al amor de mi vida.”
That part was still hard for you to believe as well. You were planning to land in Laredo to meet Chuco, then travel back to your hometown so your parents could meet him. You remembered the way your parents had shunned your past boyfriends, finding every reason under the sky to hate them. Looking back, maybe they were right. But for once, you had let yourself find happiness without their approval. What if, even then, they didn’t accept him?
Laughs filled the small shop as the old couple reminisced about your and Javi’s first visit, and how you had started out as nothing more than acquaintances far away from home. And, of course, how you two worked together to bring home a little closer.
Your eyes glistened with laughter as the old lady lectured Javi about the Chinese family customs. His wide eyes told you enough about his experience in bowing and serving your parents tea. Perhaps you’d tell him more about it during the flight.
You wished you could spend hours with the couple, gossiping and digging up memories like aunties having yum cha. In your time living in the area, they had gone to the local dim sum house for exactly that, chatting over steaming baskets of dumplings and flagging down waitresses from across the restaurant. But it was the weekend, and you were not the only patrons that needed attention.
Familiar glass jars lined the aisles like memories as you took one last stroll through the store. In the place where it all began.
Translations:
“¿Y vas a regresar a los Estados Unidos con ella?” You’re going back to the United States with her?
“Pues, debemos visitar a mi papá también, ¿no? Va a matarme si no conoce al amor de mi vida.” Well, we should also visit my father, right? He’ll kill me if he doesn’t meet the love of my life.
Red Sunsets (Javier Peña x Chinese!Reader) | Chapter 10: Al Fín Se Hablan
Author’s note: I’m still here! I’m soooo sorry this took so long, I know we’re close to the end but school and applications took up all my energy 😭 Thankfully, I have a writing class this quarter that’s been helping to keep me inspired! Hope you guys like this one, it’s not much but it’s cute 😘
Summary: Family fights, grudges, and determination. Those three things defined your journey as you navigated through the workings of the DEA. Getting in was hard, and catching Escobar was even harder. You joined Javier Peña and Steve Murphy in the hunt for Escobar, forming bonds and life lessons along the way.
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Warning(s): smoking, discussion of marriage 👀, one(1) vaguely sexual innuendo
You sighed and rubbed your face, trying to rid yourself of the haziness that came with staring at pages of small text. You lifted your face from your hands as a steaming mug of coffee was set onto your desk. It was made just how you liked it, and you knew exactly who was next to you. “Thanks, Javi.”
“Of course, hermosa,” he rasped. You smiled as he rubbed your back and kissed the top of your head. “How are things coming along?”
“They’re not,” you lamented. “Nothing makes sense and I haven’t been able to make even the dumbest connections.”
“I can take a look at them in a few minutes,” he soothed, nodding at the typewriter on his desk. “Just let me finish something up for Messina.”
“Okay,” you sighed, pouting at him. You pulled him down so you could press your lips to his, smiling at the familiar pressure. “Thanks, baby.”
Javi hummed softly and sat down at his desk. “Anything for you, mi amor.”
You two didn’t notice Steve’s slack-jawed expression as you went back to work, the rustle of papers and clicking of the typewriter filling the office space. Whorls of steam tickled your nose as you took a sip of coffee, the fruity notes lingering on your tongue. It was certainly watered down, but you appreciated the caffeine nonetheless.
“So were either of you going to tell me you got together,” Steve asked, looking between the two of you, “or was I supposed to find out myself after you two sucked face? When did this happen?”
Neither of you looked up from your work as you replied simultaneously, “A while ago.”
The blonde scoffed, set down his cigarette, and crossed his arms. “So you’re telling me that you’ve been together this whole time, and I never knew?”
“Yup,” Javi grunted, pulling the finished report from the typewriter and examining it for errors.
You rolled your eyes at his gruff reply. “We would’ve told you, but we haven’t had the chance. But I guess you know now, so there’s no need for that.”
“Wait, so you two are together?” Steve asked in disbelief.
Javi cringed at the volume. “Thanks for announcing it to the whole world, Murph.” He held out his hand for the folders, which you silently passed them to him.
“Oh, as if the entire embassy didn’t know you two had a thing for each other,” he scoffed, taking a drag from the smoking cigarette. Wagging his finger, he stated, “But this- this is a cause for celebration. Connie’s going to freak out when I tell her the news. How about a double-date tonight? Just the four of us getting some drinks.”
“I don’t mind as long as Javi comes.” Taking another sip of coffee, you silently begged for the caffeine to stamp out your growing headache.
“With you? Always,” Javi said, squinting at the small print. A lock of hair fell from its place, making you want to run your hands through his silky hair. But he was too far from your reach, and you didn’t feel like getting up from your chair. He didn’t notice Steve choking on air across from him.
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Despite being a weeknight, the bar was fairly full. Music played softly as you searched for an open table or booth. The warm weight of Javi’s hand rested on your back as you rose to your tiptoes for a better view. You spotted Steve and Connie sitting towards the back, tucked away in a booth for four.
“I knew it!” Connie exclaimed when you arrived at the booth, slapping her husband’s arm.
“You knew what?” you teased, scooting across the seat. After work, you and Javi went home to change into more comfortable clothes. While Javi was content with simply changing his shirt, you slipped into a mid-length dress and some stylish slip-on shoes.
“That you two were together,” she said, pointing between you and Javi. “If you were trying to hide your relationship, you weren’t doing a very good job. Though I guess there’s something to be said for Steve not picking up on it earlier.”
“When you work with them every day, everything starts to look the same,” Steve scoffed. “They’ve been acting like this for months by now. Hell, they’re probably married and didn’t tell us.”
“That’s some fantastic detective work,” you said, sharing a look with Javi. He smiled softly and looked down at his drink, swirling the amber liquid. “But we’ve only been together for a couple weeks.”
Although you and he were officially in a relationship, you had quickly realized that not much changed. For some reason, part of you had expected grand gestures and declarations of love, but you also knew that wasn’t Javi.
No, your Javi expressed his love through small favors, gentle touches, and attention to detail. In many ways, it was all you ever wanted; someone who cared about you and would make you feel cherished in a world that was so busy.
Instead of waking up alone in a cold bed, you now woke to Javi pressing warm kisses on your shoulder and nuzzling along your neck. His stubble would scratch your skin as his soft lips worshipped your body, sweet murmurs of “good morning” and “I love you” rumbling in his throat.
The mornings were always your favorite for that reason.
“So, what made you two take the plunge?” Connie asked, bringing you back to reality. You must’ve looked like a deer caught in headlights, because she shrugged sheepishly. “I’m just curious.”
“Why don’t you tell them?” you asked, nudging Javi’s arm.
He sighed softly and downed the rest of his drink before telling them what happened.
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The city glowed beneath the overlook, the silhouettes of comunas like mountains during a sunset. You and Javi stood together by the edge. Although it wasn’t particularly cold, Javi gave you his leather jacket, draping it around your shoulders before pulling you into his arms.
It smelled like him, the scent bringing you back to the night of your first undercover mission. The difference was, you and Javi and Steve and Connie had gone to a bar not as DEA agents, but as couples.
A couple. No matter how much you’d wanted to be Javi’s, and for him to be yours, you still couldn’t quite fathom that he’d chosen you. You wondered how your family would react if they found out. Would they be happy that you finally found love, or would they disown you because you broke tradition?
Javi kissed the side of your head and murmured, “Come back to me, baby. What are you thinking about, mi amor?”
“You. Us.” You held his face in your hands and kissed him deeply, your lips molding together. “Te amo, Javi.”
He stilled, your lips brushing against each other. The soft rumble of his voice warmed you from the inside out. “Hm, you know, ‘te amo’ is normally only reserved for the love of your life, as in someone who you’d marry.”
“I know,” you replied, kissing him again. A soft groan escaped him as you wove your fingers through his hair. “I didn’t stutter, did I?”
“No, you said it perfectly,” he said. In the faint light, you could see his eyes sparkling. They were dark, like the comfort of a bedroom. Like the warmth of coffee in the morning. Like the star-filled sky. You leaned into his hand as he cupped your cheek. His voice was velvet as he murmured, “Eres el amor de mi vida. Nunca imaginé que podría tener un amor como el que tenemos. But then you arrived, got off that plane, and blew us all away. You blew me away.”
You smiled and bit your lip, eyes burning with unshed tears. “You fell in love with me that early on?”
“It wasn’t hard,” he answered, kissing the tip of your nose. When you scoffed lightly, he pouted. “It’s true!”
You rolled your eyes. “Well we can’t both fall in love at the same time. That just makes us look like a couple of fools.”
He laughed softly. “It would, wouldn’t it?” He paused, then said your name softly. When you hummed for him to continue, he asked, “Do you ever think about settling down? Giving up on all this and going home to live your life?”
“Honestly,” you began, “more often than I’d like.”
The warmth of his lips against your temple made you smile as he asked, “Why is that?”
You let out a sigh. “There’s just always been that pressure for me to settle down, get married, and have some kids. And when I was younger, I fought against it. But now that I’m here with you….”
“Let me guess,” Javi started, a half smirk on his face. “You realized that men are pendejos and you’re better off alone?”
He grunted as you smacked his chest lightly. “No,” you objected. “I realized that all I needed was the right person to share my future with.”
“And who might that be?”
“I think you know who it is.”
Translations:
“Eres el amor de mi vida. Nunca imaginé que podría tener un amor como el que tenemos.” You are the love of my life. I never imagined that I could have a love like ours.
From that prompt list #5 with the lovely red sunsets pair? 😘
5. Playing with their hair while their head’s in your lap.
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It was another late night of work for you and Javi. At the last minute before you were set to clock out, Messina had come over with a fresh stack of reports from intel. Before you and Javi could make a run for it, your boss told you to search through the files and have them sorted to least to most substantive by morning.
So much for a relaxing night in, you’d thought.
Javi drove you back to your shared apartment building; it had long since become a regular routine for the two of you. If you both left for work around the same time and lived in the same building, why not carpool?
The drive back was quiet. It was pretty late at night, late enough that the street lights turned on and the roads were empty. Propping your head up against your hand, you snuck a glance over at your partner.
Although it was dark, the glow of the passing streetlights caressed his face in a way you could only dream of. The edges of his strong nose, soft lips, and sharp jaw were lined in gold.
Instead of going to Javi’s apartment, you led him to yours on the floor above. You two tried to keep your footfalls quiet as you ascended the stairs, not wanting to disturb your neighbors or set off any rumors.
Once you were inside, you told Javi to get set up while you heated up some fried rice. He simply nodded and muttered a small thanks before laying the folders out on the coffee table.
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You weren’t sure when it happened, but you couldn’t complain. It was nearly three in the morning, and there were still several reports to go through.
At some point, Javi laid down across your couch, his head resting on your lap. Your fingers absentmindedly combed through his hair as you examined a photo, the soft strands tickling your palm. Every now and then, the man would let out a soft sigh, shifting closer to you.
It was only when a soft snore reached your ears that you realized what you were doing. Your hand had migrated from playing with his hair to gently rubbing along his arm, savoring the warmth that it provided.
The report he was reading dangled from his hand. You gently slid it out from between his fingers and placed it on the table. Then you moved to help bring his arm up to rest on the sofa.
A soft gasp escaped your lips as he intertwined his fingers with yours, bringing your hands to his chest. He muttered something in his sleep and nestled closer to you, pressing your hand over his heart.
You couldn’t help but smile. Perhaps Javi wasn’t as tough as he made himself out to be.
Author’s note: I’m craving arepas so hard 😭 The only place that sells them is near my university but I can’t go bc there’s no parking 🥴
Warning: food mention
“One of my personal favorite restaurants in Colombia,” he answered. “They have good arepas, your favorite, and the owners are pretty friendly. I used to go there often before you came along.”
You let out a breathy laugh. “What happened after I arrived that made you forego your favorite restaurant?”
Shrugging, he said, “I guess you happened.” He scoffed at your pout. “Oh, don’t look at me like that. You’re worth all the arepas in the world.”
Inspired by the conversation I had with @miscellaneous-mando on discord 😌
“We’re home, hermosa.” Javi’s voice interrupted your chain of thought as he pulled up to the apartment building. Before you could finish unbuckling your seat belt, he was opening the car door for you.
It felt like second nature to walk over to his front door and wait for him to unlock it. But something about it felt different this time, like it was more than just a friendly hangout on a weekend evening.
While Javi turned on a couple lights, you made your way over to his record player and flipped through his various vinyls. “Any music preference tonight?”
He flicked on a lamp. “Anything is fine, Y/N. Your pick.”
The sound of a familiar saxophone blared out from the record player, making him freeze.
You laughed at his startled expression and stopped the music before switching out the George Michael record for Foreigner. “Except this one? Don’t worry, Javi, I know what you like.”
