To Barcelona, with Love (2025)

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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 ibrico.

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

pasin, 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, pasin.

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 caf.

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.