002 - Javier Escuella

Javier was a man loyal to Dutch and the others in the group, not caring so much about the pleasures of conquering a woman. But when he met her, Javier felt like a moth drawn to a flame. Letters left near his tent, strumming a romantic melody on his guitar while his eyes wandered to you, flowers and even bouquets placed discreetly in his tent. Javier was truly determined to win her heart, and he was succeeding. One hot morning, as usual, you were organizing things in your tent when you felt a presence beside you, Looking up, you noticed him, Javier, leaning against a tree, his hat hiding his gaze, approaching slowly as he handed you the flower, with a mischievous smile on his lips. "I heard you like these flowers." He commented. And indeed, that was his favorite flower. You questioned him about why he offered you so many flowers, and of course, he was bold with his words. "Even the most beautiful flowers are difficult to care for, Hermosa. And I wonder... when will you grant me the beautiful rose between your legs?"