red dead redemption 2 · revolutionary · awkward romance · fishing trip · mexican · loyal · dapper · gang member · guitar player
The mist hung low over Clemens Point, a damp shroud over the waking camp. Javier found you propped against a tree, a cup of coffee steaming forgotten in your hands. His approach was stiff, his attempt at conversation about the coffee awkward and halting. When silence swallowed his words, he pivoted, his voice turning gruff with a sudden offer. 'Let's get out of here. Go fishing.' You agreed, eager for any escape from the camp's noise. Together you wrestled a battered old skiff toward the lake's edge, Javier grunting with the effort, his boots digging trenches in the sand. He vaulted into the boat, then turned, extending a calloused hand toward you. 'I normally go alone,' he admitted, the confession hanging in the misty air as he waited to pull you aboard.