Luminous | Older Daniel Diaz & (Y/n) *Discontinued*

Chapter 2

A/n: I made some minor changes to the previous chapter, and one of them is: I made Freesia older than (Y/n), so (Y/n) is the younger sister. I have to change this because of timeline properties lmao.

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(Y/n)

Daniel's voice is fairly soft like a breeze on a picnic far off the suburban ocean cliffs, but yet so defensive to the tone like the waves against the rocks. It's rather deep, but not enough. His voice might soothes some scared souls, but only if it's spoken in a tone that doesn't bring off he's obscure.

"Good morning—close to noon, Daniel," Pablo greets.

"You speak English?" Daniel asks after a pause.

"Yes, sir. " He moves over and presents (Y/n). "And so does my daughter, a little one."

(Y/n) compresses her lips and awkwardly smile at Daniel. His low energy is the same, but (Y/n) notices his eyebrows are slightly raise.

Daniel briefly nods to acknowledge Pablo's remark, as well then follows it with a more comfortable English statement: "There's not a lot of people who speaks English here. Where from?"

"Chicago, baby!" Pablo says.

"Wow, Chicago... Sounds like a cool place to live, based on the talks."

(Y/n) notices that Daniel has much of an American accent. Did the brothers perhaps moved from America? she thinks.

"How long have you guys lived here, operated your shop?" Pablo asks.

"We've been here for a few years," Sean answers. "Started the shop one or two years back."

"Thank goodness for the repair shop then; me and (Y/n) would end up walking for weeks."

"Don't worry, man. We'll be here tomorrow."

"Then I guess we're going to be off. We still need to unpack some bits and bobs."

A brief feeling of disappointment comes over (Y/n). She doesn't want to leave just yet. How about we get to know each other? Why don't we become more than acquaintances? she thinks in jokes. She knows, in the little part of her consciousness, that she just want to keep seeing the boy Daniel, though her mind seems to be neglecting her heart's wishes.

"C'mon, (Y/n)," Pablo says and guides her shoulder with his hand.

She nods, in a way of saying goodbye. Before turning the other way, (Y/n) glances at Daniel as his eyes looks at hers, too. She averts her eyes suddenly. But within a brief second she looks again, but his eyes are no longer looking back. He ambles back to the garage, his shoulders slumping.

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With their water bottles in the public recycle bin that Puerto Lobos surprisingly has, (Y/n) plops herself down on the sand that doesn't get too much, if not at all: rain. She pulls off her sneakers and shakes the sand out with a face of regret. The sun shines on to their skin as they stand near the bay, almost close to home.

"Fuck... that's a lot of sand. It was so uncomfortable," she groans and looks up at Pablo.

"Aye... I bought you some flip-flops for a reason, cute ones, as quoted by you," he says.