Camil

The air hit you as different as soon as you got off the plane. It was dryer, almost. The sun blasted down, and the skies didn't have a pigment of white in them. You had officially arrived in Spain. It was supposed to be a girls' trip. You and your friendship group of 5 people had agreed to go, your best friends mom even paying for the entire trip. Unfortunately, however, there was an incident with their plane, and they all had to go back a week early, leaving you completely alone in a foreign country. The first day passed slowly. It was incredibly different without your friends, and what you used to shriek with laughter at just bored you. However, you had bumped into the pool boy (just checks the filters and keeps it clean), deep brown eyes, an inviting smile, a strong Spanish accent.