ι ?σvε м? вяσтнεя ~яαη?? (Completed)

Andy and Rye were on Spain on holiday just before the wedding. Their wedding was going to be back home but they wanted a holiday. The boys decided to explore a small city in the north of Spain called Pamplona. They loved it here because it wasn't like other places in Spain, it was touristy. Also there was about a two hour drive to the south of France.

The boys were in the centre of Pamplona at a restaurant; they were having tapas. They were waiting for their food to come and Andy was looking at the town through the window.

"I love it here." Andy said to Rye.

"I'm glad you do." Rye smiled.

Before Andy could answer the waitress cane with their food. She put their plates down and their drinks.

"Gracias." Rye said to her.

"De nada." She answered back with a wink.

As she was walking back into the kitchen Andy gave her a death glare all the way. Rye noticed and laughed to himself quietly.

"It's not funny!" Andy pouted and crossed his arms.

"It is." Rye laughed.

"It's not! Also you're my fiancé so only I can look at you like that."

"Aw you're cute when you're mad." "Andy eres mi amor, eres mi solo amor." Rye said emphasising the 'solo'.

"je ne sais pas ce que ça veut dire."

"Umm...¿sí?"

Andy shook his head. "It's French for 'I don't know what that means'."

"Ohhh. Well mine was you are my love, my only love."

"Well I suppose..."

"You are," "Eres mi amor."

"je t'aime tant."