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(A/N) Yes I know the title means good tomato, don't judge.

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It was a bright, sunny day and you and Antonio were out picking tomatoes from his vast tomato garden. You had on a straw hat to keep the sun out of your eyes, but that did nothing to stop the burning heat from hitting you like a hot wave.

"I'm glad you could help me bring in the tomates (tomatoes), (Y/N)." you smiled as you picked two bright, plump tomatoes and put them in your basket.

"No problem, Toni. Glad I could help," you said. You two went on in peaceful silence until both of your baskets were almost full.

"This is a very good harvest. You must be good luck or something. I may just to keep you around my garden year-round," Antonio remarked. You laughed.

"Toni, I don't think plants work like that," you said. He looked up and smiled at you, his green eyes beaming.

"I know, I just like the idea of you staying with me for a while, no?" You widened your eyes and looked down at a particularly interesting tomato hoping to hide your red face.

"Amiga, what is wrong? Have I said something? ¿Estás bien (are you okay)?" You lifted your head up to him your face now red from blushing. His eyes widened but then he did a closed eyes smile.

"Oh, I see! Your just hot is all." he looked to the side as if thinking, an innocent look on his face. "Sí, it is muy caliente (very hot) today. We can go inside to cool off for a while," he offered. 'Antonio, you idiot, why are you so oblivious?' You simply nodded and kept your head down as he linked his hand with yours.

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"So, (Y/N), how are you liking your sopa de tomate (tomato soup)?" You smiled weakly, to consumed in thought to reply.

'He really wants me to stay with him? Why? Is it just because he thinks I am good luck? Does he think of us as just friends? Does he actually-"

"(Y/N)! Are you okay? You seem kind of out of it today. Do you want me to take you home?" he said pulling you out of your thoughts. You furiously shook your head no.

"No! No, I'm fine. I just...have a lot of stuff on my mind is all." He pursed his lips at you but left you alone for a while.

"No," he whispered.

"What?" you asked.

"No, (Y/N), you're not fine." He stopped eating and looked at you, his brows furrowed in frustration. "This happens, almost every day, and I don't know what's going on. Everything's fine, then I say something, and you start acting all extraño (weird) about it for the rest of the day! What's wrong amiga?" You went silent; you never knew he had these kinds of frustrations. He always seemed so easygoing.

"Antonio, I...aw forget it. You wouldn't believe me anyway," you said, too chicken to tell him how you really felt. He would never understand or return the feelings. He sighed.

"(Y/N), I've known you for a long time. Your one of my closest amigos, sometimes I think even closer than Lovi. I've been with you through a lot of stuff, sometimes good and sometimes not so good. We've been through a lot together, and I've finally realized that I lo-" he stopped, eyes wide with what he said. You cocked your head wondering what he was about to say.

"Toni, what was that?" You began to smile to yourself.

"I can't believe you really said all that stuff about me." He looked shocked at you wondering why you would say something like that.

"Of course, (Y/N)." He looked away from you, blushing. "Te quiero mucho," he whispered. Your eyes widened. Sure, you weren't fluent in Spanish, but you knew exactly what he said. 'I love you very much.'

"Antonio, I love you, too." He looked up at you with the most shocked look on his face, and you couldn't help but laugh at his expression. He was absolutely adorable at times.

"How did you know what I said?" he exclaimed. You just rolled your eyes.

"I've known you for years, and I've picked up more than a few words and phrases over time. Including that one. Te amo, Antonio."

He began to smile at you, a smile that seemed brighter than all of the rest filled with something you could never forget. He looked at you with a sort of happiness you could never explain, and his cheeks as red as the tomatoes he picked. And you knew from then on loved your crazy Spaniard with all your heart and always would until the end of time.