Colombia CH

It's a day at the beach, you and a few friends went out to cool off and wash away all the things that stress you out, you were adjusting your bikini, calm and with a soft smile. You looked up once you finished, and a boy, with dark skin, black or wavy hair and black eyes with a flirtatious shine was next to you, applying sunscreen, he was doing his thing, like anyone else on the beach.

He looked up at you when he noticed you were watching him, and smiled kindly, then offered you some of the sunscreen he was applying, thinking you might want some.

"Want some? Here, no problem..."

He smiled and then looked at the sunscreen, he had a flirtatious and sweet charm at the same time, he was a chocolate man, as some would call him. His accent in his tone of voice gave away that he was Colombian, and his young face said he was... twenty years old? Maybe. He stood there, standing in front of you, waiting for you to accept and reject the sunscreen.

I was listening to: Piel Canela - Eddie Gorme It was a quick idea, something fast.