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Thank you so much for making the detour.

I just wanted to see it on the shelves, you know,

- in the wild. - About that.

Wait a second.

The bargain table? This has only been out for a month.

What?

Do people not like it? Why is it not selling?

Did you look at Goodreads?

You told me to never look at Goodreads.

Say it, Beth. What?

Basically, some people said it felt like

it was written by someone who's never been to Barcelona.

Well, well, I haven't, but I did Google Street View

and I walked all over the city.

Hi, can I sign this for you?

Un-nuh.

Isn't that basically the same thing?

Isn't that what the internet's for?

They also said it felt like it was written by someone

who's never been in love.

Isn't that also what the internet is.

Just kidding.

I don't get it, Beth.

My last book was a huge hit. What happened?

The first time the publisher put you

with a better editor.

She did a lot to shape your first book.

You know what, I was going to mention this to you.

I don't really click with that editor.

I think I need a new editor for the third book.

Except they haven't picked up your option

for a third book yet.

What?

Oh, just me, Mateo.

Hey, Erica.

Hola.

Now, I want you to know it took every ounce

of my willpower not to eat your Magdalena.

Well, then... here's your reward.

Oh. You should keep it.

Give it to me in a couple of weeks.

You're probably the only man who's gonna give me a rose

on Sant Jordi's day... again.

You don't think you might get one from perhaps

a certain someone that owns a certain bookstore.

You know, the one that calls you Rubia.

He just calls me that because I'm blond.

We both know in Spanish it means more than that.

And you know, anything can happen

on the day of books and roses.

I can guarantee you what's not gonna happen.

"Barcelona Mi Amor."

What did you think of it?

I haven't read it yet.

This one is for my sister, for Sant Jordi.

I heard it's the book

that everyone is exchanging this year.

I will read it when she's done.

I can't wait to hear what you think.

- Thank you. - Thanks.

I'll let her know.

If it's more bad news, I'll need another one of these.

Actually, this is good news.

What?

As it turns out,

there is one place your book is a smash hit.

Where?

It's flying off the shelves!

Where?

I stayed late doing inventory. I must look terrible.

No.

You look... good.

Barcelona Mi Amor is the number one book?

We can barely keep it in stock.

Have you read it?

Should I read it?

Rubia...

This is simply the best book I've ever read.

And I haven't even told you the best part.

I've invited the author to come to Barcelona for Sant Jordi.

What?

They want me to sign books in Barcelona?

And do a reading.

Apparently the owner of the bookstore

is a huge fan of the novel.

That's him?

That's him.

P.S. I convinced the publisher to cover your expenses.

Well, why would they do that if they don't like my work?

They're really happy

it's connecting with people there.

And since they own the Spanish rights,

it's great publicity for them and for you.

Hm.

Your reading is going to be the centerpiece of the bookstore

Saint George's Day.

Saint George's Day?

You wrote a novel set in Barcelona,

and you don't know

one of their most cherished holidays.

Saint George's...

I thought... I thought you meant Saint George's Day.

I have your phone.

...or Sant Jordi,

as the locals call it for short,

is celebrated in Barcelona.

The city is transformed into a blooming spectacle of romance

and literature.

The streets lined with vibrant stalls

brimming with roses and books as couples, families and friends

exchange these gifts in a beautiful blend

of tradition and love.

I totally should have used this in the book.

Nico?

Um...

Are you alone?

Of course. But, uh, just...

Okay.

Yeah. Of course.

How are you?

Can I get you something to, uh, something to drink?

Yeah.

Do you have any--

Orange peel tea?

Yes.

Of course.

And maybe some...

Kanella?

Yes.

I have cinnamon.

And do you have a dash of, um...

How do you say it?

Saffron?

Yes, saffron.

That's correct, saffron.

You know me so well.

Well, we've been friends for five years.

It feels like we've been friends our whole lives.

An eternity.

Which is why I know what you want.

You do?

Yeah.

Magdalenas.

How did you know?

So you didn't just come here

because, you know I have your favorite tea, right?

I mean, not that you have to have a reason

sometimes... no reason is the best reason.

Well, I do have a small reason.

I brought you a book.

But it's not Sant Jordi's.

I mean, not that you would give me a book on Sant Jordi's.

This isn't some romantic gesture.

It's just a book, right, that you want me to read?

I get it.

Well, it's the-- the one we were talking about,

Anna Kelly's writing is...

isn't just about Barcelona,

it's a celebration of her deep understanding

of human nature, relationships.

It's... yeah. I want you to read it.

Gracias.

I'll put it on the list.

I was hoping you could put it on the top of the list.

Because Anna Kelly...

She's coming here?

Yes, tomorrow.

So I have a favor to ask.

If I can't be around as much because of work,

maybe you can keep her company.

Oh, uh...

I thought it would be nice if she had a fellow American

to talk to.

Maybe you can translate a little for her if she needs it,

since that's what you do.

Well, I mean, I do it for books, you know,

not real life people.

I'll owe you one.

Oh, no you don't. I'm happy to help.

That's what friends are for.

I can't wait to meet the woman whose words

have made me fall in love with Barcelona again.

So let me get this straight.

Nico has a literary crush on the writer of this book.

And now you have to be her Barcelona buddy.

He just asked me to do a favor,

but I don't think I can.

Why? Why not?

Code of silence.

Mmhmm.

Okay.

I did the translation.

You did?

Why didn't you say anything before?

Because that's part of my contract with the publisher.

Uh-huh.

I have to be invisible, a ghost.

Totally anonymous.

So is the author of this book as brilliant as Nico says?

Well, Nico didn't really read Anna Kelly's version.

Oh, of course. Sorry. He read your translation.

It's just a smidge more than a translation.

Erica... what did you do?

I rewrote it.

How much is un poquito?

A little.

Okay. Maybe a lot.

Maybe a little more than a lot.

It just happened.

You know, I didn't mean to, but the words,

they just started flowing, and then it was really good.

And, you know, they give you a little wiggle room

when you're doing a translation.

But I think I wiggled more than I was supposed to.

And now this is the version that all of Barcelona

is going wild over.

Wait. But that means that Nico's literary crush

is actually on you.

It's fantastic.

You should tell him about this so you can finally have

what you always wanted.

My name is never going to be on that book.

I mean, the other thing you wanted.

Nico and I are just friends.

That was clear two years ago.

Clear last year.

And clear five minutes ago when he gave me a book

not on Sant Jordi's Day.

Well, can you at least tell him that you wrote the words

that he's so in love with.

No, I can't.

When the publishers figured out what I did,

they said they loved it.

And then they reminded me

that I signed a non-disclosure agreement.

So I am not supposed to tell a soul

that I had anything to do with this.

You can't tell anyone either.

Fine. But I hate this code of silence.

Hm.

Me too.

Oh. Excuse me.

Hi. I actually wrote this book.

Look.

You want me to sign it?

Oh, wow. This is so cool.

It really is.

Thank you. Enjoy. Thanks.

- Hi, Anna. - Hi.

I'm friends with Nico Olivera from the bookstore,

and he asked me to come here. I'm Erica.

How do you spell that?

With the C.

He asked me to come here to talk to you.

Answer any questions you have about the city,

and, you know, just help in any way I can.

You seem like a really good friend.

Oh, yeah. We are.

So what can I do?

Uh, I mean, I would love, like, a fruit plate, maybe,

or a sparkling water.

Just to clarify, I'm not an assistant so much as

a fellow American who's here to introduce you to Barcelona.

- Oh, my gosh, sorry. - No. It's okay.

Of course you're American.

I was just thinking you spoke really, really good English.

Well, I've lived here for ten years now.

My boyfriend broke up with me.

I came here, fell in love with the city,

and found a way to stay.

He turned out to be a professional bowler...

Ugh.

so I think I made the right call.

Me too.

I have no idea why I just told you that.

Oh, no, no. It's okay.

You know what, this happens to me all the time.

I think I just have one of those faces.

People tell me things.

- I'm so sorry. - No problem.

So where is my assistant?

You don't have one.

Oh.

But I need to get you to the bookstore.

Let's do it. Here, you hold that.

Thank you.

I'll do-- Look, we're holding things.

This is why we need an assistant.

It's fine. We'll manage.

Oh.

Sorry. I forgot about the kiss on both cheeks thing.

You can call me Anna.

Anna.

What does that mean?

The beautiful poetess.

Oh.

Thank you.

Are you hungry?

I'm literally always hungry.

You know what, the hotel clerk told me

that I had to try-- Hold on.

Fuet de Vic.

Fuet de Vic.

- The Vic. - The Vic.

People really do tell you things.

That's what they tell me.

Shall we, then?

Yes. Let's go.

Eri, will you join us?

Oh, yes please.

In case I can't find the words.

Or me.

Of course.

Perfect. Come on.

Please.

Try this.

Amazing. Tell me how you pronounce it.

Pana... pani...

Panayes.

- Panayes. - Panayes.

- Okay. Panayes. - Mmhmm.

This is from Catalan's oldest bakery.

Erica is our resident pastry specialist.

You have to tell me where all the secret spots are

'cause it's my first time in Barcelona.

But the writing perfectly captured

the beating heart of the city.

Right?

Mmhmm.

I mean, how is that possible? You've never been here

yet you know so many of...

Intangibles, intangibles.

Um, you know, I think I... I've always thought

I belonged in, in Europe.

Maybe I lived here in a past life.

I believe it.

Otherwise, how could you know so many of the details?

It's... it's...

I don't know what's wrong with me today?

My mind is jumbled.

Miraculous.

Miraculous.

Thank you.

Uh, Eddie, Anna, this is my new assistant manager.

Josep.

Oh. Mucho gusto.

Nice to meet you. I'm so obsessed with your book.

Will you sign my copy of Mi Amor?

Of course.

Thank you.

Is this why you're here?

Also, the computer just crashed and we cannot check anyone out.

Okay, I'll be right back.

Yeah. Here you go.

Thank you so much.

Thank you.

Oh, my gosh!

Did you feel that?

I mean, I have chills. That was...

There was, like, serious sparks between us.

Uh...

I've never felt anything like that.

What do I do?

Why are you asking me?

Well, because you're really dear friends with Nico, right?

Unless... are you and Nico?

- No. - You're not.

- No. - Okay.

Not even close.

All right. So...

Thoughts? What do I do?

On?

Well, like, how do I get close to him?

Like, like, what's his favorite food?

I can talk to anybody about food.

Aren't you only gonna be here for a week?

Unless I have a reason to stay longer.

You just met Nico five minutes ago.

Oh, you're not a romantic, are you?

Hi!

Thank you so much.

Mm.

I'm in heaven.

It's not where I am.

Mm. You try... try the red one.

I'm back.

Oh. Hola.

Hola.

- So, Anna... - Yes.

...please tell me, what was your inspiration

behind the scene of the...

What's he saying?

The, uh, fishing scene?

Mhm. Yes. I wanted Jorge to--

to feel more masculine, you know, spearing his fish

rather than just buying it from the market.

I'm sorry.

Dinner?

Um. Dinner.

I knew it.

I've always said this about dolphins.

That's funny. I don't remember writing

anything about dolphins.

Oh, don't worry about it. It's one of those things.

It just gets lost in translation.

Okay, Nico, tell me...

what were some of your other favorite parts?

The symbolism of Sylvia serving

Jorge jamon ibérico.

Somehow, knowing it would be his last meal.

It brought me to tears.

Jamon iberico. What is it?

Uh, the... Spain's very famous acorn fed ham.

Oh, yes. I was just reading about that.

I'm dying to try it.

In that case, you're about to be very happy.

Oh.

Here you go.

Grathias.

What was that?

Oh, you know what, I'm trying that Barcelona "th" thing.

Is it working?

- No. - Oh.

Can I ask you something?

It's kind of funny.

I don't remember writing about ham in the book either.

I know.

You do?

How?

What?

What did you say you do for a living?

I'm a literary translator.

What was the last book you translated?

You translated my book, didn't you?

Yeah, I did.

Ah! I knew it, I knew it!

'Cause I don't remember writing about dolphins

or stained glass windows or Saint Jordan's Day.

It's Sant Jordi's Day.

Would you stop it? Who cares?

Just tell me what else you changed!

Are you even allowed to do that?

Oh, yeah.

The publisher gives translators room for interpretation.

And you just interpreted the word little

as the entire thing.

I didn't intend to. I swear.

I mean, your name is on the book.

I am totally anonymous. No one ever has to know.

Yes, but now I know.

And I'm the one that's gonna go around signing this book

that I didn't really write.

I don't think I can stay here.

Anna.

Anna... just--

Which way is my hotel? I have to pack.

No, no, you can't leave.

Well, I can't stay here.

I'm here for an author event,

and apparently I'm not even the author.

- Stop! - Wait, does Nico know about this?

No, of course not. I signed an NDA.

I can't tell anyone who has anything to do with the book,

including people who sell it.

But Nico has focused his entire Sant Jordi's Day on you.

Just enjoy the ride, huh?

If by ride, you mean the kind that whips your head around

until you feel like you're going to throw up.

No, thank you.

I really started to feel

like I was connecting with people here, you know.

Like my career was really taking a turn.

What am I supposed to do now?

I mean, if no one wants to read what I write

am I even a writer?

Okay, wait a second.

You already published a book before this one, right?

It's more than 99 percent of people can say, including me.

I mean, I really thought that would have happened by now.

What? Get published?

Yeah.

And love and marriage and having a family.

I've never said that out loud before.

Now I know why, because it's really depressing.

Let's just forget it.

Your hotel is that way.

I'm right there with you.

I really thought at this point I'd be living like

a Nancy Meyers character in the Hamptons

with my beautiful desk overlooking the ocean.

Pretty romanticized vision of life.

Well, what's wrong with that?

Nothing. It's just...

You know, I mean, it's not very realistic.

Right now real life stinks. Romance is all I have left.

Maybe that's it.

Maybe it was never about the book.

No, it's about the book.

You have to stay. You have to do the reading.

No. Maybe I was meant to come to Barcelona

for something more.

Like what?

Love.

Of course.

Oh, this all makes sense now.

If you hadn't done what you did,

then I never would have come to Barcelona.

I never would have met Nico.

This is it!

This is my real life love story!

This is fate!

Okay, okay.

I know it's been an emotional day, but fate? Love?

You just met him.

What are you talking about? You saw how he looked at me.

He's super into me.

This is it.

This is my second chance to do the two things

everybody told me I had to do before

I wrote the book.

Oh, what's that now?

Come to Barcelona and fall in love.

Uh...

There you are.

Here I am.

Please come. I want to ask you something.

Yes.

- Please - Okay.

Here. Hold this.

Okay.

Eri, are you coming along?

Oh. Uh... I don't want to be a third wheel.

How do you say it in Spain?

Candleholder.

- I would never see you like that. - Come on.

This is where my great grandfather Leo

would bind books a hundred years ago.

Does all the equipment still work?

Of course.

It's part of Spanish literary history.

The Spanish are famous for loving their literature.

Which makes sense

because they've got an entire holiday around it.

Exactly.

And we have great writers like Cervantes

or Calderon, Lorca.

Have you read Rosa Montero's short stories?

I don't think I have.

Oh, she's an amazing author. One of my favorites.

She believes that love isn't just about the epic romances.

It's also in the everyday.

I have to say, I agree with her.

I do as well.

I think I'm more of a grand gestures kind of girl myself.

Great, because that's basically what San Jordi is.

I was thinking...

what better way to mark the occasion than to have

an original short story written, printed and bound right here

and sold only on San Jordi.

It's a wonderful idea, Nico.

Who would you want to write el cuento?

I was hoping...

you would, Anna.

What?

You could write el cuento.

Uh, what's a what's el cuento?

A short story for Sant Jordi's Day.

Oh.

Yes. Your writing was as much a love letter to Spain

as anyone I've read.

Wow.

It's basically the best compliment

you can give to a writer.

Will you do it?

Yes, I will. I will write a short story.

Thank you.

This means so much to me and the bookstore.

It isn't easy to stay ahead in business these days,

but between your cuento and the book signing,

this store will be the center

of Spanish literature once again.

Whoa.

It's a big deal.

I'm really excited.

This is like, my second chance to prove myself.

Just remember that writing short stories isn't easy.

You have to fit a lot in a little space,

and sometimes they don't turn out

the way you want them to.

Does it have to be in Spanish?

Yes, but I will find you a translator, don't worry.

Why can't it be you?

I didn't think you'd want it to be me

after what happened last time.

Well, I thought you were here

to help me with all things Barcelona.

I meant more like restaurant recommendations.

There's something I do really need help with.

I like Nico.

Like a lot.

I need your help finding the words

that I mean to say, but, like, better.

You mean like a Spanish Cyrano?

Cyrano? Remind me. Ides of March, Rome?

That's Caesar.

Oh. Cyrano, wrote the words that made the person fall in love.

Peter Dinklage movie.

Steve Martin.

Roxanne.

Yes.

But I don't think it's a good idea.

Will you think about it?

Please think about it.

And you said no, right?

I said I would think about it.

Doesn't the publisher know that you and Anna have met.

No.

What happens if they find out you told Anna

you translated the book.

Well, then I'm in breach of my NDA.

It ruins my professional career and I'll never get hired again.

What are you going to do?

I think I just need to get ahead of it.

I'm going to call them and follow my literary sword.

You can start at the shop on Monday.

They didn't fire me.

What?

I know. They said they liked the publicity

the book's been getting.

And since I told Anna and she didn't threaten to sue.

They're happy to let it go.

- That's wonderful. - Yeah.

You're free.

Well, as long as I do another project for them.

Which one?

Her short story.

How do they even know about that?

Nico called them and asked for permission.

So they said yes,

but they want me to mold it and translate it

and stay anonymous... again.

That's ridiculous.

You have done enough to help.

You deserve your name on that cover.

It's okay. I'm happy to help.

And besides, Anna didn't deserve

to get blindsided the way that she did.

This is the least I can do to make it up to her.

You know that's going to bring her closer to Nico, right?

Nico is my friend.

I want him to be happy, even if it's not with me.

Whatever you say, girl.

Don't open them.

Close your eyes.

They're closed.

No, don't lie to me.

Come, come, come, please.

Okay.

Come with me.

And...

Here.

And stay there.

- Okay. - Go.

And now...

open them.

Here it is... La Sagrada Familia.

It's even more beautiful than I imagined.

I still can't believe you've never been here.

In the novel, you describe this place so.

Eloquently.

Yeah.

Did I?

Yeah.

The spires grow higher and higher,

ensuring they'll be seen from heaven.

This was one of my favorite passages in the novel.

Thank you.

...for recommending the book to me.

Sure.

Come on.

Yeah.

Anna, what inspired you to use the Basilica as a metaphor

for Jorge's refusal to give up on Sylvia?

Oh, you know what,

I think I just got a text message from my agent.

Just give me one second.

Ah, yes. Um, yeah,

you know, the Basilica is always evolving

just like Jorge and Sylvia's relationship.

Yeah.

Wow.

Whatever they're doing over there smells really good.

Look.

Our favorite croqueta cart,

I was hoping he'd be here.

I remember the first time you try one.

You were so happy.

And you did that adorable dance.

I don't know what you're talking about.

You do.

No, I don't.

Do it.

What? No.

- Do it. - No, no.

You do it!

Fine, I will.

Croqueta, croqueta.

Croqueta. Croqueta. Croqueta.

This is so surreal.

I know, right?

It's like waking up from a beautiful dream,

and you just want to hang on to it before it fades.

I feel the same way.

You've always been so good at finding just the right words.

Well, it is my job, right?

I know you always told me that you don't have time to write

your own stories, but I think you should.

Rubia...

My own words.

Si.

Yeah, yeah, I'll think about it.

- Anna. - Mm.

- Hi. - Hi.

So... how is your short story coming along?

It's good. It's good.

I mean, I'm still brainstorming on the ideas.

You know, noodling, letting them fester.

Right.

Don't you mean simmer?

Depends on the idea.

Mhm.

This is where Sylvia worked?!

- This is where Sylvia worked! - Yeah.

Wow. It's beautiful.

Did I do it justice? Of course I did.

What do you think?

Oh, I mean, it's amazing.

It's like, you know, the windows are eyes staring in our eyes?

Yes.

Yeah.

To me it seems like... .

A daydream.

Yes, yes. Like when you have a fever.

Wait till you see the inside.

Every room is like it melted on a hot day.

It's almost overwhelming.

Wait, before we go inside, can we just grab a bite to eat?

There's this restaurant down the street I'm dying to try.

Yeah, of course, but what's it called?

I mean, we know every place, and you don't want to end up

in a tourist trap.

Yeah, it's called "Supermercat."

This lady in the bathroom

at Sagrada Familia told me about it.

She said it's not in any of the guidebooks.

And it's this local secret.

A local gives a tip about a secret spot to a tourist.

What kind of magic powers do you have?

Believe me, it's just her thing.

Let's go see if we can find it. Come on.

I don't know, Anna.

I think the bathroom lady was messing with you.

No, no, check it out.

This isn't the real entrance. Follow me.

- What? - Hola.

Free refills.

No!

Wow.

No way.

This is crazy.

Told you so.

See, I don't have to rely on Erica for everything.

So this is very typical.

They are pintxos.

What do you want to start with?

Well, the publisher is paying,

so I think we should get one of everything.

Ah-ha! The perks of being a brilliant author.

Oh, no, I'm really not.

And modest too.

Patatas bravas.

Oh, I love patatas bravas.

I had this at this famous Spanish restaurant in Boston.

They are the earth of Spain transformed,

offering a bite that is both fierce and comforting.

I actually wrote that.

Yeah, I know you did.

Well... eat please.

Mmhmm.

Yeah.

Mmm...

Okay. You are the definition of comer con ganas.

That means eating with joy or gusto.

But in your case it's with pasión, with passion.

It's very nice to meet someone that...

Oh. Well, in English we have an expression,

wear your heart on your sleeve.

Yes.

Well, I'll take that as a compliment.

You should.

Hey, Nico.

Hey, there's a friend of mine.

I'll be back.

Mmhmm.

Mmm. So good.

Ideas for el cuento?

Oh no.

I was actually just writing notes on the food.

Are you having trouble starting your short story?

Do you, um, want to bounce ideas off of me?

Erica, no. I'm gonna write this one myself.

Trust me.

Okay. Of course.

- This is from the owner. - Oh.

He's a huge fan.

Grathias.

I've never seen anyone make so quickly friends.

You never know who will be the next step in your journey.

Yeah.

Do you believe in fate, Nico?

An American poet once said:

"Fate weaves its tapestry in mysterious ways."

And...

Si.

Sometimes it's hard to understand why things fail.

But with time, everything becomes clear.

Mm.

Yeah.

Let us toast.

Okay.

To life's invisible threads

that tie us together and make things beautiful.

Mm.

To the tapestry.

To the tapestry.

- Cheers. - Yeah.

I love this place.

Everything feels like we're in a movie.

Well, you do realize you're living

a very idealized version of Barcelona.

Which is why I'm making the most of every moment.

I'm living a real life romance novel,

and I'm not missing a second.

Okay, so Nico texted.

He wants to know if I want to have lunch.

So how do I write back and say yes

in a way that makes it sound like I'm interested,

but not desperate and flirty but casual

and romantic, but witty.

I'm gonna need a drink for this.

It doesn't have to be a Shakespearean sonnet.

Just tell him yes, that you're already out with Mateo and me,

and he's welcome to join us.

Oh, and now he's texting,

saying that he's out with Joseph.

Can he bring him?

Yes. Of course.

Yes comma of course.

Parenthetical?

No, it's two separate--

Two separate what?

You know what, you just do it.

You're better at this than me.

Mateo...

Oh, that's right. You two have never met.

So this is my assistant manager, Josep.

You look familiar.

Have we met?

Um...

Oh, yeah, yeah.

You own that beautiful flower shop in Gracia.

Have you been?

I'm sure I would have remembered.

I always wanted to come in, but...

didn't have a reason to buy flowers.

Well, let's hope you find one soon.

I love your glasses.

And I love yours.

Um, why don't you and I switch spots.

And I see the chef over there, I'm gonna say hi.

What is happening here?

What do you think is happening?

Amor.

I thought you were in love with him.

With Mateo?

Yeah.

Are you joking?

Last San Jordi I saw you together.

You were very close.

Yes. He was just being a good friend.

Besides...

Yeah.

Now I see.

Gracias.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Mmm.

You like?

I love.

Um...

It's okay for someone with your smile,

I speak English.

This recipe is as old as some of the cathedrals.

Well, for 500 year old food, it tastes amazing.

Can I get a picture with you?

Me? Not of the food.

Everyone usually takes a photo of the food.

I like to know the people behind the food.

Rubia.

- Hola. - Hola.

Nico.

I'm so sweaty.

Yesterday you left the restaurant so quickly.

Is everything okay?

Yeah.

Yeah. Everything's fine. I had some work to do.

Yeah. The publisher told me they hired you

to translate Anna's cuento for Sant Jordi.

Congratulations.

Yeah.

I'm sure you'll stay true to her vision.

I'll try.

Yeah.

Nico, I just still can't believe

that you thought I was in love with Mateo.

Well, I didn't know him and...

I saw you give him a book and a rose on Sant Jordi.

He's my friend...

and he was alone, just like me.

We are friends

and you never gave me a book and a rose.

Well, you never gave me one either.

You once told me you never wanted a book and a rose

from just a friend,

that Sant Jordi to you, is all about romance.

I said that?

Yeah. You made it very clear that...

we are just friends.

Well, you made it clear to Maria

when you were dating her last year.

I heard you tell her.

Because she was worried we were more than just friends

because we watched football together

and play in the league together.

You know, I think your shop's going to have

a great Sant Jordi Day this year.

Yeah, yeah.

If Anna's short story...

If Anna's short story

touches the souls of your clients.

The same way her book did.

We'll have a line of customers all the way to the ocean.

Yeah.

Well, I hope I can faithfully translate it for you.

Gracias.

Gracias.

Mm. Wanna try?

Cheese?

Gracias.

Mm.

Ah, gracias.

Here you go. Have one.

Hasta luego.

Oh, Anna. Hi.

Hi. I thought Nico was meeting me here.

Well, actually, he got a big shipment of books

for Sant Jordi's Day so you're stuck with me.

Sorry.

I've been coming here for years.

I have so many recommendations.

But first, you have got to get the calamari at Gregorio's.

I was just there.

Do you know that the grandmother

was the private chef for Picasso?

- I Didn't. - Yeah.

How do you know that? Is that in the guidebook?

No, they told me.

Wait a second.

They only speak Spanish and Catalan.

Well, they also speak English, if they like you enough.

You know, you're really amazing.

Ah, my favorite.

- Hola. - Hola.

Gracias.

Thank you for the review.

No. Thank you. De nada.

- Wait. You wrote a review? - Uh-huh.

Where?

Um. It's not important.

No. It's important to him.

That's amazing, Anna.

Like you write about food so well.

In the book, you described Barcelona cuisine perfectly.

I think you should consider making that a career.

Writing about food isn't a job for me.

It's a hobby.

Besides, I'm an author. I'm not an influencer.

It's a little late for me

to be changing careers now, don't you think?

Maybe.

Since, San Jordi's is one week away, I would love

to just take a look at what you've worked on so far.

If that's okay?

I need some air.

You haven't even started writing, have you!

There's so much pressure.

No, you just have to sit, okay?

Just sit down at the computer

and the words will come, I promise.

Maybe for you. It's not that easy for me.

You've already done this.

You've been published twice, Anna.

No one ever wanted to take a chance on me.

So you just stop trying.

When you step out onto the road

and you keep getting hit by cars,

you learn to stay on the sidewalk.

Wow, that is dark.

In one year, my boyfriend dumped me

and the magazine I was working at folded

and then I tried to put myself out there, submit

and basically every publication rejected my work

so I decided to come here

and teach English, which was amazing.

And I thought I would stay here a few months, lick my wounds,

and then go home, and then this became home.

So I decided to stay and I got a career translating books,

and I really love it.

But you know, all the best authors were all rejected

before they made it, like rejected a ton.

J.K. Rowling, Agatha Christie, you know Bob McTimberson.

Wait. Who's that?

You wouldn't know who he is because he stopped trying,

Right.

So, are you working on anything right now?

Well, I mean, I am working on a short story,

and I don't know if I like the direction it's going.

I don't even know if I should be trying, honestly.

And sometimes I wonder if I'm just making myself believe

that I'm happy because I don't want to stick my neck out.

Stop making me confide things.

This is not something I'm trying to do.

This just happens.

Anyway, that's what friends are for, right?

Right.

Oh, I have to go.

Dos.

Um. I thought you were going to be writing today.

No, actually, Nico needs me to swing by the bookstore

and sign a couple hundred books.

I thought you were signing on Sant Jordi's Day.

No, this is for the stacks.

I guess the books sell a lot faster when they've been signed.

- By the author. - Sorry.

No, no. Are you kidding?

I brought this on myself.

I got us into this mess. I'm going to get you out of it.

You know, right now it's not really feeling like a mess.

It's feeling like--

If you say fate, I'm going to--

I'm gonna keep saying it until I'm proven otherwise.

I like your optimism. I wish it was contagious.

Laughter is contagious. Optimism is a choice.

Oh.

Gracias.

So, are you coming?

I'll meet you there.

I want to jot down some ideas for my short story.

Your optimism is inspiring.

Finally, I'm helping you.

Bye.

Adios.

- Next one. - Okay.

I'm getting a carpal tunnel.

Like I'm getting a finger cramp or something.

Let me see it.

Oh.

Okay.

Let me see.

Oh, that feels good.

Yeah.

Okay.

- Better? - Mmhmm.

How's it going?

Wonderful.

So well.

But I think it's time to take a break.

Josep ordered some amazing bocadillos. Yeah?

Really? Sandwiches. Great.

Come.

Okay.

Coquesa?

No. No.

No.

Bocadillo con queso.

- Queso - Queso.

Cheese is a boy.

- Queso is a boy. - Cheese is a boy?

Yeah. It's queso.

- Quesa. - No, no quesa.

Quesa?

Is there no... no such thing as a quesa.

I'm, um... I'm going to go say hi to Mateo.

Oh.

Okay.

So... are you regretting this whole Cyrano thing yet?

No, I think it's working great.

Anna is clearly head over heels in love with Nico,

and I think he's smitten with her.

Who am I to stand in the way of true love?

You're the writer whose words he fell in love with.

Oh, girl.

What?

How is your cuento going?

Good.

Mmhmm.

How did I get so lucky to have you here

to write this story for us.

That's a good question.

Anna... after we're done here,

may I take you to the Barcelona Cathedral?

A little fast for a wedding, don't you think?

Just kidding.

If one doesn't see a future from the very beginning,

what's the point in staying on that road at all, right?

I couldn't agree more.

But yes, a little soon for a wedding.

Oh, I can't wait to hear what you think of the cathedral.

I'm sure everything you say will be like poetry.

Yeah.

Uh, is... is Erica coming too?

Maybe this time...

it can be just us.

Yeah.

Okay. He wants to take me to the cathedral,

just the two of us.

What do I do?

You go. Just the two of you.

No. You have to come.

He's expecting me to say poetic things.

And all I want to do is check out the food carts in the front.

I don't know.

Oh, come on, just this one last time.

You can stay hidden.

Please.

I just... I don't want to sound...

however my words sounded before you fixed them.

I can't hold your hand forever, Anna.

It's not forever. It's just...

It's until I can slowly introduce him to the real me.

You shouldn't have to hide who you really are.

We're all hiding things right now.

Uh...

Fair enough.

Right?

I have an idea.

You do?

I knew you would.

- Anna? - Hm?

Your book.

Hola.

Oh, I wrote that.

Oh. Thank you.

Yeah.

Write something inspirational, something from your soul.

W-o-o.

Woo? Woo?

It's... it's like... woo!

Anna Kelly.

Here you go. Thank you so much.

What do you think of the cathedral?

Oh.

What does your heart think?

I can't think of the words.

Come on.

That is not like you. Please, please tell me.

Please.

Oh, okay.

Thanks.

Yeah.

Um...

So you want to know what I really think of the cathedral.

Is that right?

Pretty much.

I just need a minute.

Okay.

No, that wasn't for you.

It wasn't for me.

You really didn't like it?

Anna, repeat after me.

And don't say, repeat after me.

To me, the cathedral is like the ending of a story,

but the middle part is ours to eat.

Create.

Create, create.

Then... you like it?

Oh, yeah, I love it.

I love everything about this city.

Great, great.

So is that where this story of ours ends...

in Barcelona?

The end of the story hasn't been written yet.

I'm still writing it.

Well, in that case...

I hope...

the ending is a good one.

Oh.

Me too.

Me too.

I just said that.

- What? - What?

Nothing. Good.

I just... No, I want, I wanted to say was,

thank you so much for a really wonderful day.

The pleasure was all mine.

Rubia.

Oh, Nico.

- Hola. - Hola.

Have you come to help set up for Sant Jordi?

Oh, uh... Oh, I was looking for Anna.

Huh?

She's here.

She's being interviewed by the local TV station.

There's an honesty there, and...

About the book?

Yeah, yeah, about the book and her cuento.

Yeah.

It is getting so much more attention than I ever thought.

I can't imagine how it feels

to move so many people with one's words.

I imagine it's a wonderful feeling.

I was just writing about the truth.

Like a dream come true.

Yeah. Of course.

Rubia, why don't you ask Anna for help with finding your own,

you know, pasión.

You think I don't have passion?

No.

Yes, yes, yes you have.

I can see it... sometimes.

Like when we are watching football or...

or when you are talking about a book that you love.

I can see it, but most of the days...

Rubia... I don't know how you feel.

You keep things inside.

You think I should just wear my heart on my sleeve

like Anna does?

Would that be so bad?

It's not that I don't feel deeply, Nico, I do.

I just... don't like to show it.

Why?

Because every time I do I end up getting hurt.

I'm so sorry.

Oh, those interviews took so much longer than I thought.

I was going to meet you at your place,

but a lot of questions about the book.

Answered them all in English?

I sure did.

Oh, yeah. I wish you'd been there.

That was great.

Great.

- I'm sorry. - Sure.

It's so nice that you've become so close.

Oh.

Anna, I don't mean to pressure you,

but how is your cuento coming along?

We need to bind them as soon as possible.

I'm going to spend the rest of the day on it.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Thank you.

Mmhmm.

You're doing it.

You're really writing. I knew you could do it, Anna.

This is so great.

It's great. Yes, I'm totally on it.

You know what?

Meet me tomorrow morning at the hotel, 10 a.m..

Yeah, 10 a.m. Good, good job.

Thank you.

It's perfect.

It's gonna be perfect.

Hola.

Mm... so spicy.

Are you kidding me?

I thought we were meeting at 10:00.

I was taking a snack break.

Okay, okay. That's fine.

We just need to get back

so I can work on what you did yesterday.

Anna, you did do work yesterday, didn't you?

'Cause you said you were going to work all day yesterday.

Anna...

Unbelievable.

I can't believe it. She's not even working on it.

Who's not working on what?

Anna. El cuento.

I mean, I promised the publisher

that I would help them get it across the finish line,

but she has to do her part

otherwise it's going to ruin all our reputations.

Are you worried about the publisher?

Or Nico?

Well, it's important to him, too.

I wonder what would happen if he actually knew

how much you helped him.

Doesn't matter. He knows that I'm a good friend.

But not how you really feel.

What are you waiting for? Why can't you just tell him?

Because I don't want to risk our friendship.

It's safer just to let it go.

Honey... a ship is safe in the harbor.

But that's not what ships are built for, hm?

Where'd you get that off a fortune cookie?!

- Hola. - Hey.

Rubia.

What are you doing, selling books in English now?

I have to say, it was my idea, hm?

For the tourists.

Good idea.

Thank you.

And look.

"Barcelona, my love", the English version.

Maybe I should read it.

You don't have to do that.

I mean, you've already read it.

Sometimes things get lost in translation.

Do you have a minute to talk?

Of course.

But we are going to watch the Barca game at the pub, right?

Right. Um, maybe I should text Anna

and see if she wants to join us.

She must be very busy writing the cuento.

Of course.

Of course she is.

Besides, I always thought that watching football together

was our thing.

Yeah.

Right.

Yes!

I'm so glad we're still able to do this together,

no matter what happens.

What do you think will happen?

Rubia...

Of course, we'll always be friends,

but the woman you end up with will probably

not be too happy about that.

Then I would be with the wrong woman.

Goal!

Hola.

Hey. Hey. Have you ever just stopped

and looked at one rose petal?

You've always seen the world in a different way.

It's one of my favorite things about you, Rubia.

You should share it more like Anna does.

Yeah, right.

She has a way with words, doesn't she?

Yeah.

So do you think she has any plans to stay in Barcelona

after Sant Jordi?

I don't know, you should ask her yourself.

I will at Sant Jordi.

Isn't that what the day is all about?

Great gestures.

Taking a chance.

I... I have to go.

Are you okay?

Yeah, fine.

But, um...

I have something I have to do.

Anna. Hi.

Hi.

How's the story going?

It's fine.

- Great. - Solid, yeah.

Oh, good. Amazing.

You know, I just really want you to know

that Nico really cares about you.

He does?

Yeah. And not just because of what he thinks you wrote.

It's your passion.

It's that you wear your heart on your sleeve

that you put yourself out there.

But you need to know

he's really counting on this short story.

Erica, I know that. Don't you know I know that?

I'm paralyzed by it.

I understand. But I want to help you.

No, you don't get it.

I have to do this, like, for myself.

I need to prove to myself that I'm a good writer.

That my first book wasn't just a fluke.

I get it.

I do.

I have a lot to prove, too.

You got this.

Okay.

Perfecto.

Do you like it?

Si. Yes.

- Great. - Oh...

I never realized how much beauty and magic

was right in front of me.

Yeah, well, that happens sometimes, you know.

You're so busy focusing on one thing

that you can't see everything else.

When you're looking at one rose petal...

You miss the whole flower.

Here you go.

Gracias.

Nico...

This looks incredible.

- Anna. - Hi.

I thought you were at the hotel writing.

So did I.

Oh, yeah. No, I'm just taking a little break.

- Okay. - Yeah.

In that case, let me take you to lunch.

Oh, I would love that.

Would you like to come?

Yes.

Oh, no, no, no.

I'm gonna go on a walk on Las Ramblas..

- Oh, please. Come on. - I'll see you later.

Yeah. Adios.

Ooh, this is beautiful.

This smells real.

It's real.

- What? - Yeah.

Huh?

Mm.

Hola.

Hey.

I think you really have more friends in Barcelona than I do.

Oh, nothing connects people more than food.

Well...

you have a special way of writing about it.

I do, don't I?

Yeah.

Do you like sports?

Yeah. Do you like football?

Ugh.

I like books.

Yeah, me too.

I just... you got to admit,

there's not a lot of scoring in soccer.

Well, it's more than just the score.

Is it?

Yeah. There's so much beauty in the moments between the goals.

It's funny. It reminds me of something

that Erica said about that writer.

That the best moments in life are the little moments

in between the big moments.

She did say that, didn't she?

She's got a pretty good way with words, too.

Yeah.

Who's this guy?

He's amazing.

How was lunch?

It was good.

Why is your voice high?

What do you mean?

It's getting higher.

What?

What's wrong?

It wasn't great. Lunch was not great.

I wish you'd been there.

I... you know, I'm starting to feel like maybe

I don't actually have feelings for Nico at all.

Like, maybe I'm just obsessed with the idea

of a Barcelona whirlwind romance.

But that's not how that works, is it?

Well, I wouldn't know.

I always go for the just friends thing.

And then once that's established,

even if I change my mind, it's too late.

Ah, one of those.

Have you written anything?

Yeah, I've been writing.

I mean, I haven't been working on the story,

but I've been writing.

Then what have you been working on?

Um. It just doesn't matter.

No, it does matter. It matters to Nico.

He's counting on you, whirlwind romance or not.

I'd be happy to help you.

Even if your name wasn't on it?

Yes, you're my friend and Nico is my friend.

And...

We do it right, we can all get what we want.

Let's start now, shall we?

Yes, let's do it.

Wine?

Let's get wine!

Hola.

Ooh.

I know I keep eating these weird Spanish wheat crackers.

But what I wouldn't give

for a good old-fashioned American potato chip.

You know how I tell you things

that I wouldn't normally tell people.

Mmhmm.

Well, I do have a big secret.

What?

It's in the cupboard, above the microwave.

Is it a pony?

Not as good as a pony.

Let me see. This one?

Oh!

You've been holding out on me!

Wait.

Why did you separate all the green M&Ms, you weirdo?

La Boqueria is a feast.

It's pure chaos.

But that's why you're here.

It's not about the food.

It's about the hunt, the noise, the dance.

It's loud. It's crowded.

Borderline aggressive.

But that's its charm.

You fall in love the second you walk in.

Oh my word.

This is amazing.

So, have you thought about what kind of career you want to have

for your protagonist?

Mm. Mmhmm.

I was thinking, like, maybe something in interior design

or, like, fashion.

Hmm.

That's interesting.

I mean, great, totally great, but just thinking out loud.

Maybe she could be the owner of a local restaurant.

That way you could really tap into

the food culture of the city.

And mostly you know a lot about that stuff.

You love those secret restaurants and everything.

Yeah. And it's like she thinks she's in love,

but actually she's in love with the city itself.

And just by being who she is, she falls in love with herself.

I like it.

So do I.

Okay, here we go. Ready?

Yeah.

I still have to translate it into Spanish, but...

I think it's good.

It's really good.

It's like really good.

There's a problem.

What?

Your name's not on it.

It's okay.

We just have to keep this up until after Sant Jordi's Day,

and then we can move on.

What are you going to do next?

I'm going to do what I should have been doing all along.

Trying to make my dreams come true.

You know, I've been in the safe harbor long enough.

It is time for me...

to set sail.

- Mateo. - Hola.

Feliz Sant Jordi.

And Feliz Sant Jordi for you.

You cannot keep giving me a rose every year, you know.

Come on, it's not just about romance.

It's about friends, family,

anyone that brings joy into our lives...

like you do to mine.

I brought you something, too.

Is this the one you helped Anna write?

Nope.

You wrote this?

I had it bound this morning.

Three copies. One for you, one for me and--

One for Nico?

For whoever.

You know, when the time is right,

I will know who I want to give it to.

Okay.

Hey, guys. How are you?

Oh, Feliz Sant Jordi.

Feliz Sant Jordi.

This is for you.

Thank you so much,

Feliz Sant Jordi, para ti.

Oh. Thank you.

- I love it. - Thank you.

Nico, Feliz Sant Jordi.

Feliz Sant--

Feliz Sant Jordi.

Wow, what a turnout.

Yeah, yeah, but they are getting very impatient.

Well, where's Anna?

I was hoping she was with you.

She isn't here?

No. And she's not answering my calls.

I'm afraid something is wrong.

Okay, well, I'll go check her hotel.

Yeah.

Um, don't worry. I'll find her.

Thank you.

Rubia...

I'll find her.

Happy place.

Gracias.

Anna, what are you doing here?

Everyone's waiting for you at the bookstore!

I know.

Erica, I can't do it. I can't go.

What?

Why not?

Anna! Anna!

Anna, just stop. Would you please wait?

At least tell me why.

Okay. They want me to read "Mi Amor" out loud in English.

Well... that's wonderful.

Doesn't feel wonderful.

It feels wrong.

I can't do that to you.

Oh. Don't worry about me.

I was supposed to translate your words

and I didn't do that.

So if something good for you can come from this,

I'm happy for you, I promise I am.

And once we get through this book reading,

I'm going to move on.

I'm gonna put myself out there the way that you have.

But what am I supposed to do?

The publisher is never going to pick up my option.

I've read your food reviews.

They're great.

They're lush and joyful and descriptive and funny.

Do you really mean that?

Yes. The best part about them

is that they are authentically you.

And that is what you're supposed to be writing.

That's who you're meant to be.

Wait a second.

How did you know that they were written by me?

Because they were all posted anonymously.

Well...

I saw them on your computer when you left the room.

Your short story turned out great.

Everything you wrote about the food was so good,

we didn't have to change any of that.

The rest of it was yours. Just like last time.

This is not what I wanted.

It's not a restaurant on the map.

I'm looking for a very special convenience store

with a secret entrance.

Excuse me.

Are you by any chance looking for a Supermercat?

Yes.

I read the most incredible review of the bar online,

and I'm desperate to find it.

This writer is me.

Isn't... isn't that you?

Yes... and no.

It's complicated.

Can I take a selfie with you?

Yes. Of course.

This means so much to me.

Thank you. You too.

That was a sign.

You understand me?

That's why you should be proud of what you write.

It's your voice, and people obviously respond to it.

You should embrace it.

Well, I could ask you the same thing.

I offered to put your name on the short story.

You said no. Why?

Because it wasn't part of the deal.

What deal?

Oh, um... It doesn't matter.

Yeah. It does. What deal? With who?

We need to hurry.

The line to see Anna Kelly is already down the block.

That is what I'm talking about. You have to do the reading.

No.

Not until you tell me who you made a deal with.

With the publisher.

Yeah, to translate the short story.

I knew about that.

It was more than that.

They asked me to do what I did before.

They wanted to pair something strong with the retranslation,

and they wanted to make sure that the voice--

Sounded like you.

Because it was.

I mean, not really. It's both of us.

You did the food.

Would you stop with the food.

You know, it's about so much more than that.

You know what the worst part is?

I didn't realize that the only reason you were helping me

was because of some deal.

I thought you were helping me because we're friends.

I am.

I want to help you and Nico. I care about you both.

Care?

What?

You care about Nico?

That's right.

I think it's more than that.

I think you're in love with him.

I can't believe I didn't see this sooner.

Why didn't I?

Oh, I know, it's because I'm falling

for all this stupid love stuff.

- Anna-- - Sorry, viva Sant Jordi.

- Anna... - Yep.

Anna... just stop.

Nico and I are just friends.

Honey, if you really believe that, you're lying to yourself.

I'm telling you, it's way past time for that, okay?

We both moved on.

So you... you're admitting you have feelings for him?

Of course, I do.

How could I not?

He's the most incredible man I have ever met.

Is that what you want to hear?

No.

But you know what at least it is the truth.

There you are.

I was worried.

Did Erica find you?

She did. But--

Where is she?

Welcome to El laberinto de los libros

115th Sant Jordi celebration.

We are so lucky to have a reading this year

from an author that helped us all fall in love

with Barcelona again.

Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome...

...Anna Kelly.

Thank you.

"And as the sun dipped behind the skyline,

"casting a golden glow over the city,

"I realized it wasn't Barcelona that had changed,

"it was me.

"The streets I once wandered

"in search of belonging were the same,

"but now they pulsed with a rhythm I could finally hear.

"I'd found home in the cobblestones,

"in the salt of the sea breeze

"in the echo of church bells,

"and most of all in the silence of my own heart.

"Barcelona had offered me its stories,

"but it was my own that I fell in love with.

"And for the first time I wasn't afraid to listen."

That's miraculous.

Yes, you are.

I didn't mean me.

Nico...

It's time for me to stop being the writer I wish I was

and become the writer I am.

- I don't understand. - You will.

I have to say something.

The words that I just read to you...

they weren't written by me.

The real author is... Erica Olson.

Erica, please come up here.

Anna... Anna, please. Anna, wait!

I don't understand.

The version that you read, the the words that you fell for...

they... they weren't mine.

They were hers.

Except for the part about the food, that was me.

But that's not important, right?

I mean, it's important to me, but just not right now.

The point is, Erica.

I can't believe this.

All those conversations we had about the book,

the things I said, I feel so stupid.

You were just following your heart.

Here.

Erica wrote this story about everything that happened.

Read it.

Where are you going?

I'm gonna bring her back.

Oh!

Hi.

You know,

I wish you hadn't told everyone about my work on your book.

What good did it do?

I'm sorry.

I couldn't keep up the lie.

And in terms of what good it did,

it helped me figure out who I really am.

You know, what I was really meant to do.

And why shouldn't the whole world know who you are.

Just not that way, you know.

Nico's going to be really upset.

And if I could just find a way to help him understand...

I think if he knew the whole story,

he would understand everything.

The whole story?

And I would have to tell him--

That you're in love with him.

I'm sorry if I broke your theory about love and faith.

Oh, yeah. I mean, believe me, I'm rethinking everything.

But, you know, the thing about fate

is I don't think it was actually ever about Nico and me.

I think the fate thing

was about you and me becoming friends.

And changing each other's lives.

Mmhmm.

Hola.

Hey.

Oh.

Oh.

You know what, I already signed this.

What is going on?

Well, when you told the truth,

everyone in the city wants a copy signed by both of you.

Gracias.

- Really? - Yeah.

Here you are. Have you checked your socials?

No.

The story is everywhere.

Look how many new followers you have.

Is Nico okay?

Yeah. Where is he?

Oh, he's in the café.

You need to go to him, Erica.

And say what? I mean, it's a long story.

That's why I gave him the shorter version.

It's el dia de Sant Jordi, you two.

Don't mess it up this time.

So I guess you read it.

I did.

It's wonderful.

Well, um... I'm really sorry, Nico.

I should have told you everything.

I should have told you about the book.

I should have told you what I did.

I should have told you how I felt.

I wish you had.

Especially the part about how you feel.

I guess I just thought--

- And then Anna came and-- - Rubia...

Nico, slow down.

I don't think I understand what you're saying.

Feliz Sant Jordi.

Feliz Sant Jordi.

You know, for two people who love words,

we haven't been using them very well.

Until today.

Rubia, maybe you can help me with one last translation.

Te amo.

I love you too, Nico.