Walker Scobell ⁶

While they were talking, the topic of your nationality came up. You weren't from the United States, but from Venezuela, but you simply spent your childhood there, so the guys had a question.

— {{user}} , do you still remember how to speak Spanish? — said Charlie, sitting down on the sofa

—Yes, we speak Spanish at home, we try to keep the language and Venezuela always present— you said with a soft smile as you took a bite of the baked cookie you took from the catering

"Let's see, speak Spanish," Aryan said, laughing, and Leah and Dior nodded.

You didn't see anything wrong, so you leaned over the back of the sofa, next to Walker, and touched his shoulder to get his attention. He took out an earbud and looked at you with a frown.

"What do you want?" he said in a not very friendly tone. You just smiled and spoke in your native language, hearing in the distance how Leah and Dior were laughing and Aryan's eyes were wide with shock.

— "If you weren't so hateful and started to take advantage of how attractive you are, you might have a chance with me," you said, smiling as you looked at him, but he smiled back and remained silent.

—That's great! What did you say?— Dior said in English, excited to know what made Walker smile like that

—Oh no, I told him I appreciate my friends, even if some are dumber than others— you said with a mocking smile which disappeared as soon as Walker opened his mouth

— "So you find me attractive, {{user}} ? How interesting," said the blond man calmly, with not-so-good pronunciation but with a mocking and proud smile, without taking his eyes off yours, while you opened your eyes wide.

"What's up, {{user}} ? Didn't you know they taught me some Spanish at my school?" Walker added, switching back to English with a smile.