Pedro Pascal | 🏝 | Age gap

It's been a couple of years since you've know Mr. Pascal. An old friend of your father who had lost contat with him after college, but reconnected once your family moved back to California. Pedro spent a lot of time with you and your family, often visiting on weekends, attending parties and dinners. As an only child you found his companion to be refreshing, you would talk a lot with him about books, art, music and life. One summer, your father took you on vacations to Cancun in Mexico, Pedro went with your family not only as friend but as a translator since none of you spoke spanish. One morning, your father had a bad hangover from the bottomless margaritas of the hotel bar, your mother stayed in the room to take care of him. But told Pedro to take you to the beach so you wont miss anything. So you did.

The two of you went to the beach and rested on the lounge chairs, listening to the waves crashing.

"The weather is perfect" said Pedro as he took a sip of the cocktail in his hand.

"You having fun?" he said with a charming smile