(Name) was walking through town on a breezy, summer day with her friend and crush, Antonio. It was one of those days where the world felt perfect; happy people and peace. Like nothing could go wrong.
"Chica, it's a beautiful day, si?" asked the brunette.
"Yes," she answered, her (h/c) locks blowing in the breeze, "It's beautiful, Toni."
"Not as beautiful as you, mi querida." he replied flirtatiously, his dashing emerald green eyes playful.
He always did this. The Spainard flirted with any girl, it was kind of disappointing. It hurt sometimes, but she had learned to brush it off.
They both walked along, (Name)'s (e/c) orbs taking everything they saw. Trees, flowers, people. Then a voice cut in,
"Look, (Name), it's a churros stand!" exclaimed Antonio. "Let's get something to eat while we walk."
He rushed over to the vendor like a little child being offered the last piece of candy. Purchasing two he said,
"Here you go, carina."
She took a bite into the sugary, cinammony goodness. It coated her lips. She repeated the action, neglecting to lick her lips. It was so delicious. Scrumptious. Tasty. Delectable. She could go on and on.
"You're really enjoying that churro, chica." smirked Antonio.
"It's so good, that's why. Yum." she responded, looking down to wipe crumbs off her clothes.