Ona's POV:

I was sipping on my drink daydreaming about the girl from the dance floor when I saw my brother pretty much sprinting towards me.

He yelled about 10 Spanish curse words.

"Joan, what the hell is the matter?" I asked in Spanish.

He took a deep breath before finally spitting out it out.

"There's this girl... She's really drunk. Her drink might have even gotten spiked. I don't know. But I just offered for her to come back to our place for the night as she has no where to stay. She's like a foreigner or something. Fuck... I don't know."

My eyes widened. Drink spiking was serious. But I knew in this moment that I had to calm my brother down or he wouldn't be able to do anything.

"Joan, stop stressing. It's okay! We will sort it out. But... I'm not coming home with you. I've just met the hottest girl and I promised her a dance. You understand, don't you! But you take this girl home. Give her lots of water. She can sleep in my bed. My pjs are in the top draw if she needs them. She'll be okay. And I'll be home soon."

I raised my eyebrows at him. I needed to find the girl from the dance floor. He understood. He knew from experience that when a girl was on my mind, there was no stopping me, so he didn't even try and argue.

I knew Joan was a good person though and that the foreign girl would be safe in his care.

"Ok, thanks Ona. See you at home."