my feet don’t dance like they did with you

i know this isn’t an excuse but over the last two months i’ve been very wrapped up in my move to a whole new ass country in the middle of a pandemic and just didn’t have time to focus on writing. now everything is settled and even though term is starting soon i’ll do my very best to keep writing.

this is kinda shitty considering it took this long to write but i tried my best! i’ve been studying spanish for like 6 years and the half of it is still a mistery to me. nonetheless, thanks for requesting hun and espero que les guste! (if something’s wrong pls let me know!)

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Calum was purely fascinated by it, to put it simply; the way in which, from time to time, the words would slip out and you wouldn’t notice until people started to look at you slightly confused. You’d blush, say sorry, and then repeat in English. He didn’t think you should apologize, the way the words slipped from your lips was mesmerizing to him. You hadn’t known each other for long, just a couple of months, but you had Calum hanging from every word you said.

“Cal, ¿puedes pasarme la sal, porfa?” you and him were over at your place and he’d offered to help in the kitchen. Busy with stirring, you hadn’t noticed how you’d asked the simple question in your mother tongue. Calum didn’t budge, however, and handed the salt over with a soft smile.

“Gracias” you smiled back, taking the salt shaker from him, this time noticing the slip up. “Thanks” you quickly added, your cheeks dusted in pink.

He just smiled wider, winking. “De nada” His high school level Spanish was a little rusty, but he tried nonetheless.

“Y yo que pensaba solo supieras decir que te llamas Calum y eres australiano” you laughed, genuinely surprised he knew more than saying he was Calum from Australia.

“Estoy practicando” he shrugged, going back to cutting his vegetables.

“Me pregunto por qué” you teased, still looking as he nonchalantly kept up with his work. You saw him lifting a brow, finally looking at you.

“Para quién” he shot you a Cheshire cat like grin, finally handing you the plate with the cut vegetables.

You took it, wide, genuine smile on your lips. “Thank you”

The day went on like this, you teaching him new words he didn’t know how to say and him asking you about your favorite memories from childhood and Puerto Rico.

You found it a little funny how he tried his best to roll the r’s and miserably failed everytime, just how he found entrancing every little word you said in Spanish.

“Say it again” he pouted, his puppy eyes making it hard to say no.

“It’s literally just a word!” you reasoned, feeling your resolution fading the more you looked at his big brown eyes.

“But you say it so much better than me”

You rolled your eyes, blushing at the way he was looking at you; and you knew in that moment that his pleading eyes would win against your reservations every time.

puedes pasarme la sal, porfa = can you please hand me the salt

gracias = thanks, de nada = you’re welcome

estoy practicando = i’m practicing

me pregunto por qué = i wonder why

so cute!! thanks for requesting hun, hope you’ll like it <3

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Michael was used to checking up on you at the coffee shop whenever he had a break, either the hour long lunch one or the fifteen minutes ones he had in-between guitar lessons.

It wasn’t a long trip, just down the street from the record shop he worked at - where he was the part time guitar teacher. Really, only a two minutes walk and completely worth the while.

Whenever you noticed him walk through the doors of the quiet coffee shop, a sweet smile automatically opened up on your face and you had to start focusing more on the task at hand. He often had music sheets in his hands and a pencil resting behind his ear, the same one he kept his lonely earbud in. Michael would always absentmindedly walk until he reached the line and only lifted his green eyes onto you when it was his turn to order.

His smile was always bright and wide when he saw you already looking at him dreamily - you’d admit.

“Hi, love” he’d salute, chuckling lightly at the small blush that’d creep on your cheeks. Mikey you gotta stop that! My coworkers always laugh at me when they see how smitten I am with you! You’d said to him once; it’s safe to say that he never did.

“Want your usual for lunch?” you’d ask then, booping his nose and basking in the feeling of having him blush at such a simple gesture - it was payback.

Michael would nod, winking with a grin, before paying and waiting for you at the table you’d always sneak a reserved plate onto so you could have it for yourselves - thankfully no one ever said anything.

Lunch breaks would be his favourites, because he got to spend more time with you to talk, or complain about insufferable students and rude costumers, or ramble on and on about this or that - since you asked for your lunch break to be in the same hour as his - but you liked it better when he’d make surprise visits.

Seeing him jogging down the street in the drizzle just so he could steal a kiss and a cookie, watch you interact with costumers and the jog back to the music shop. Or seeing him come in all frustrated because his last student had been a handful and he just wanted a hug.

Michael would always make sure you were doing okay too, asking if you needed anything or if he needed to scold some fourteen year old who’d tried to steal candy from the jar you kept near the till.

At the end of the day you’d halfway down the street, just in the middle between his shop and yours. Michael hugged you tight, like he couldn’t do when he came to visit, and kissed you until you both needed to catch a breath.

“Should we head home?” he’d ask, grinning from ear to ear.