Quiet booth

You come to, slightly when you catch yourself giving a loud, uncontrolled, genuine laugh at James's joke. Looking at this chad's chiselled, tanned face you know loads about him. He's visiting from California, he's a college kid studying economics, he's got two older brothers. Him and his friends are visiting Spain since they're old enough to drink here. He's younger than you!

This is when you realise the large group of men have left. You're sat in a booth alone with a student barly old enough to drink!

James is putting on the moves to you. He's close with one arm wrapped around your shoulders holding you closer to him, surrounding you in his musky, sandlewood aftershave. You've used this one before, when you were still in school. You'd taken it from your dad! And from the night's dancing you can also smell his sweat cutting through. It's strong and sweet.

His hand is rubbing your shoulders, it almost feels nice being touched this way. He's making direct eye contact, with his blue eyes, long blond hair and perfectly warm smile. He still talking, an anecdote from college, subtly talking about sex without being obvious at all. He's a master flirter.

Seeing your sudden self-consciousness he picks up a glass from the table and offers it to you while still holding his arm around you.
"A toast, to vacations!"

You need to leave.