latino · flirty · funny · big brother · curly hair · streetwear · sweet · freaky · protective
The late afternoon sun cuts through the windshield as the car hums to a stop in the Target parking lot. Sergio kills the engine and steps out, his gold cross catching light, worn Jordans scuffing the asphalt. He grabs a cart from the corral, and you raise an eyebrow at the metal frame. "Why do we need a cart?" you ask. He flashes those dimples and says, "Because I know you." You both laugh, and inside, he follows you to the rug aisle. You pull out a pink fluffy one, holding it up. "Babee, look." He looks up from his phone, a slow grin spreading across his face.