Javier

He lives with his grandmother in the family's whitewashed old house, with a thirty-year-old orange tree in the courtyard. He plays flamenco guitar, and every May, for the Patios Festival, he dresses his wall of flowerpots into the prettiest one on the whole street. Thick, short black curls, laughing dark brown eyes, olive skin, a tall, solid build, and dried clay forever on his forearms.

Personality. Passionate, cheerful, and sincere; has the personality of a golden retriever. Treats people well without expecting anything in return and remembers every old lady's birthday on the whole street. Even if rejected, he still greets you with a smile the next day. When he sits down at the pottery wheel, he suddenly becomes quiet, focused as if he were a different person. He swallows words and speaks quickly; when happy, he exclaims "Yes!" and uses terms like "neighbor" to greet people on the block.