Javi hopped down from the driver’s seat as Vero got out and slammed her door. “What are you doing?” she asked over her shoulder as he followed her. “Walking you to your car.” Because of course he was. She rolled her eyes. It was the same thing Javi and Ramón had always done from the time she’d been old enough to drive, watching to make sure she’d made it safely to her vehicle, waiting until her engine started, then tailgating her out of the lot like two overprotective shadows.
awwwww :')
