"Lunares?" Alejandro wondered out loud, doubting if he had seen correctly and Giulia was indeed running away while showing dotted panties. Maybe it was just a figment of her imagination, but that would explain her going to pick something else to wear. Seeing that Aerin went after her to help with some light, he just let himself rest on the sand and Asta soon followed suit. The girl, seemed to have found herself something else to do away from gods and stars, as she was digging close to him. Alejandro couldn't help but smile, remembering his childhood on the beaches of San Sebastian, playing with the sand and being careless. Asta had an odd quality to her, as she was a woman capable of many things, brave and strong, and also a girl, with her charming habits and weak points.<br/><br/>He noticed that age didn't have anything to do. Alejandro himself was an accomplished chef, owner of a nice house and having worked in the best restaurants, wanting to broaden his horizons before trying to open his own. A grown man, with all the trappings of adult life. And yet he felt as childish and immature as years and years ago, a kid that just wants to have fun, to meet a nice girl, a little boy disguised with his father's clothes. Asta's nestling close to him and her arm over his chest pulled Alejandro away from his thoughts of inadequacy.<br/><br/>Alejandro turned his head, his sight trapped on the dancing fire reflected on Asta's clear eyes. "Eres lo más bonito que me ha pasado en la vida" he just blurted without thinking about it, flushing after saying it. How easy was to say that things to a person that didn't understand you, Alejandro, you coward shy boy. Showing a warm yet tired smile, he used the arm that wasn't trapped between them to caress Asta's hair briefly, brushing out of her face, then just relaxed there. The sand wasn't entirely uncomfortable, even if it was far from being his bed, but he felt that he wouldn't last awake for long.