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Staring at the ceiling, wide awake, one thing was clear. If he didn't ask the beautiful blonde in his Spanish class out, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

The year was 2024, Barcelona, Spain. The city was alive with possibilities. Cayce, a dashingly handsome man, spills into the Camino language school, dripping with sweat. A dark-haired, friendly woman asks, “Cayce Kolodney?” He nods, “Your class in Bilbao.” Luckily, that was on the first floor and not a flight away.

Entering the humid classroom, he finds his way to a desk at the end of the room. While retrieving his notebook, he scans the room for a friendly face. He froze as soft brown eyes with a tender smile captured his heart.

“Okay, Cayce, don’t stare at her. You’ll scare her off…” He thought.

“Who is this French guy?” She asked herself.  Magdalena, the angel Cayce was supposed to meet, had traveled a long way. She was a committed student, but not afraid to have a little fun.

They exchanged glances and smiles. There was something that needed to be addressed.

One day passed and then another. Both are waiting to be matched for an activity. Alas, cayce needed to take fate into his own hands.

“Vale, clase, hagamos un descanso para comer algo.”

Magda gets up slowly to leave as Cayce darts forward. “So, Magda, where are you from?”

“Poland.”  Cayce sighs, “Right of course I knew that… well I’ll catch ya later”

She smiles, “Okay, that would be nice.”

Hope.

It was the last day of class. Cayce had woken up with a decision made in his heart. He was going to ask Magda out. He enters the classroom and sees Magda talking and laughing with Richard, a Swedish entrepreneur with tattoos on his legs. Was hope lost? Never when it comes to Cayce Kolodney.

It was coffee time. Cayce casually went to the coffee shop he knew Magda would go to. He waited for his coffee as she sat on the bench eating a muffin. He wanted to go out, but he was talking to this stupid guy, Adam, from class, and waiting for his flat white. Between Adam talking about odd hipster shit in Gracia and the lethargic barista, Cayce missed his chance. Dang nabit!

It was the very end of class, and the teacher concluded by asking what the class wanted to do this weekend. Magda said she wanted to go to the beach and have an Aperol Spritz.

Bingo, that was Cayces in. Class ended, Magda quickly exited.  Cayce rushed after her. On the sidewalk walk he called her name, and she turned around.

“Hey, want to go to the beach with me tomorrow and have an Aperol Spritz?”

“Yeah!” She replied enthusiastically

“Great! Let me get your WhatsApp number.”

They spent the next three days together exploring rooftops, kissing behind dumpsters, and riding mopeds through the city.