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Confessions Beneath the Barcelona Night

La Barca looked as beautiful as that day when we came for the first time; that's what I was thinking as the concierge led me to the reserved table on the terrace. He pulls out a chair for me, and I sit down promptly. He steps away, and I find myself admiring the nighttime view of Barcelona while my mind wandered, considering the possibilities. There were chances Carlos might not come or might come with someone else. Even the possibility of being followed, and X showing up there. Regardless, I tried to convince myself to see it through. I place my hands in front of my face, repeating to myself: I needed to put an end to this, I needed to...

“Dália?” Carlos calls, standing in front of me. “Is everything okay?”

“Hi, Carlos,” I say, adjusting my hands on the table. “Yes, it is.”

“Would you like something to drink before choosing your dishes?” the sommelier asks.

“Just water, please,” I say, nervously unable to look at the young man.

“Wow...”

“What?” I ask quickly.

“For you to order water,
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