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“Shit.” Raquel muttered under her breath, hastening her pace through the school corridors, heels clacking on the linoleum floor. She was late. Again. And of course, tonight of all nights. She should have known better than to expect her chaotic day to suddenly go smoothly.

It had been a whirlwind few months. After finally making the hard decision to start over, Raquel had uprooted her life, moving with her daughter, Paula, and her mother to a modest house in a quiet neighborhood on the outskirts of Barcelona. It wasn’t grand, but it had a cozy charm: an inviting front porch shaded by leafy trees, a tidy backyard with just enough space for Paula’s daydreams, and a snug, cluttered garage full of their packed memories. Upstairs, Raquel and Paula had their bedrooms, and there was even a sunny attic that Paula had claimed as her own private hideaway. A fresh start, Raquel reminded herself, the beginning of a new chapter.

But new beginnings came with challenges. And right now, that challenge was finding Room 33.

After scanning the hallways with mounting frustration, Raquel finally spotted the number etched at the door. She took a breath, straightened her jacket, and pushed her way inside.

The door shut behind her with a resounding click, instantly turning every head in the room her way.

“Sorry, sorry!” Raquel offered with a sheepish smile, cheeks flushed as she glanced around. “Traffic was insane, and I couldn’t find parking…” Her words trailed off as she took in the rows of parents and finally noticed her friend Mónica waving discreetly from the back of the room. Relieved, Raquel waved back and slipped into an empty seat beside her, mouthing a quick “thank you” to her, who grinned knowingly.

Then she looked up—and met the eyes of Paula’s teacher, who was already watching her with a sharp, assessing gaze. He stood at the front of the room, exuding an unyielding seriousness, with his dark wavy hair and sleek, black-rimmed glasses perched on his nose. Tall and slender, with a faint trace of muscles underneath his suit, he looked more like a brooding academic than an elementary school teacher.

“Name?” he said, tone cool and crisp, as if cataloging her tardiness for later.

Caught off guard, Raquel blinked, suddenly feeling like a schoolgirl herself. “R-Raquel Murillo,” she managed, a touch of embarrassment creeping into her voice. For a split second, she was back in her high school physics class, fumbling under the withering stare of Mr. González, her childhood nemesis.

The teacher’s eyes narrowed, but there was a hint of something there—curiosity, maybe? “Mrs. Murillo,” he began, his tone level but laced with a faint edge, “this is a parent-teacher conference, not a telenovela entrance.”

“Miss Murillo,” she corrected, her chin lifting slightly. “And, in my experience, life’s more interesting with a little touch of drama. I didn’t mean to interrupt your… captivating presentation.” She settled back, crossing her arms and flashing him a slight, unbothered smile. Her eyes sparkled, an unspoken challenge in them.

For a beat, he stared back, the corner of his mouth twitching. He adjusted his glasses, clearing his throat. “Very well, Miss Murillo.” His voice softened, just a shade warmer now. “I was explaining our approach to developing critical thinking skills in the students. We believe in encouraging curiosity, asking questions or… arriving on time.”

The hint of humor caught Raquel off guard, and she stifled a laugh. The classroom was still completely quiet, most parents observing the silent, electrifying exchange between teacher and newcomer.

“Sergio Marquina,” he introduced himself, a formal tone overlaying his subtle amusement.

“Yes, Paula’s told me about you,” Raquel said, regaining her composure. “Apparently, she thinks you’re ‘the smart teacher who doesn’t like to smile much.’” She leaned in conspiratorially, eyes twinkling. “But I’m not sure she’s got it quite right.”

Sergio raised an eyebrow, perhaps genuinely surprised. He took a moment, as if considering her words, before a faint smile broke through his reserved expression. “Kids notice more than we give them credit for.” He paused, glancing briefly at the class schedule on his desk before continuing. “Shall we resume?” His voice held a new lightness, but he made a deliberate effort to return his focus to the room.

The rest of the meeting passed smoothly, and though Raquel listened intently to every word, she couldn’t shake the feeling of being slightly off balance. Sergio Marquina wasn’t what she had expected—not in the least. And from the occasional glances he cast her way, she sensed she hadn’t quite fit into his expectations either.

As the parents began to gather their things, Mónica nudged her, a knowing grin spreading across her face. “So, thoughts on Marquina?”

Raquel gave her friend a playful nudge back, an unspoken answer in her smile. “He’s… interesting.” She didn’t elaborate, but her mind was already replaying the interaction, puzzling over that mixture of intensity and warmth in his eyes.

As Raquel made her way to the door, she felt the weight of someone’s gaze on her and turned to find him watching her with a subtle, unreadable expression. She raised a hand in a polite farewell, which he returned with a slight nod.

For a parent-teacher conference, it had certainly been more intriguing than expected.

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Raquel entered the kitchen with her hair still damp from a quick shower, finding her mother, Mariví, already preparing tea while Paula doodled intently at the table. The kitchen smelled faintly of chamomile and freshly baked bread, its warm light casting a cozy glow over the small space.

“Hola, Mamá!” Raquel greeted, leaning in to kiss her mother on the cheek. Paula looked up with a wide smile, lifting her drawing for her mother to see.

“Look, Mamá! I drew our house!” Paula declared, beaming proudly.

Raquel took the drawing and admired the colorful little rendition of their new home, complete with trees, flowers, and a cat lounging by the porch—a cat they didn’t have but that Paula was always lobbying for.

“Beautiful, cariño! Maybe we’ll get you that cat after all,” Raquel teased, winking at her mother. Paula’s eyes lit up, and she turned back to her drawing, adding another detail here and there, as though the more complete her vision, the better her chances.

“So,” Mariví began, sitting down with a steaming mug of tea in hand. “How was the parent-teacher conference?”

Raquel smirked, trying to keep her expression neutral, but her mind immediately flashed back to Sergio Marquina’s piercing stare and that rare, fleeting smile.

“Let’s just say Paula’s teacher isn’t what I was expecting,” she replied, stirring her tea. “He’s… reserved. All serious and no-nonsense, but also… I don’t know. He has this way about him. Almost like he doesn’t know whether he wants to lecture you or laugh at you.”

“Hmm,” Mariví replied, her tone laced with unmistakable interest. “Doesn’t sound so bad to me. A bit of mystery is good.” She eyed her daughter knowingly, a smile tugging at her lips.

“Mamá, it was a parent-teacher conference, not a blind date!” Raquel protested, rolling her eyes.

But Mariví only chuckled, glancing over at Paula, who had perked up at the mention of her teacher. “Señor Marquina is really nice, abuela,” Paula chimed in, a shy but happy smile on her face. “Today, he showed us a nature book about all the animals that live in the forest near Barcelona. He even does funny voices for the animals. But he only did it when he thought no one was looking,” she added, as if sharing a treasured secret.

Raquel’s curiosity piqued. The serious Sergio Marquina doing funny voices? That was a side she hadn’t seen coming.

“So, did anything else happen at school today, cariño?” Raquel asked, running a hand through Paula’s hair.

Paula bit her lip, suddenly looking uncertain, but after a moment, she pulled a crumpled piece of paper from her backpack and handed it to her mother. “We’re going on a camping trip! It’s in two weeks. We’ll go to a nature reserve and learn about teamwork and survival skills and… stuff.”

Raquel’s brow furrowed as she scanned the permission slip. Paula had always been a bit shy around her peers, more comfortable in her own quiet world than in big groups.

“Oh, that sounds exciting, querida,” Mariví said, looking over Raquel’s shoulder to read the slip. “A little adventure with your classmates!”

Paula nodded, her gaze shifting between her mother and grandmother, as if gauging their reactions. “Señor Marquina said we’d be in small groups, and we’d practice setting up tents and maybe even look for animal tracks.”

Raquel’s heart softened at Paula’s earnest enthusiasm, but a nagging worry took root. She could already picture her daughter sitting by herself, hesitant to join the others in their noisy explorations. And, truthfully, the idea of her little girl out there in the woods made her nervous.

She glanced at Mariví, who raised an eyebrow. “I know what you’re thinking,” her mother said, patting her hand. “But maybe this will be good for her, Raquel. Give her a chance to grow a bit more independent.”

“Maybe…” Raquel’s voice trailed off, looking at her watch. “But I think I should speak to Señor Marquina about it. Just to be sure she’ll be okay.”

Mariví nodded with a sage smile. “Of course. Always the protective mother. Just try not to scare the poor man away with all your questions.”

Raquel rolled her eyes but smiled back, gathering her things and slipping on her jacket. “I’ll be back soon, cariño,” she called to Paula, kissing her on the forehead. “And you,” she added with a grin to her mother, “try not to fill her head with stories of dangerous forests while I’m gone.”

As Raquel made her way to the school, she found herself rehearsing what she’d say. She wanted to make sure Paula wouldn’t feel overwhelmed or left out on this trip, especially in a group setting.

When she arrived at his classroom, the door was slightly ajar, and she could hear his low voice. She knocked lightly, and he looked up from his desk, momentarily surprised before motioning her inside.

“Miss Murillo,” he greeted her, that familiar, studious look returning as he closed the book he’d been reading. “What can I help you with?”

Raquel hesitated, feeling the warmth in her cheeks as she took in his attentive gaze. “I wanted to talk to you about the camping trip. Paula’s… well, she’s excited, but she’s also very shy, and I worry about her in these group settings. I just want to make sure she’ll be okay, that she won’t feel… left out.”

Sergio’s expression softened, and he nodded slowly. “I understand. I’ve noticed she tends to keep to herself, but she’s a bright girl. Maybe she just needs a little encouragement.” He tilted his head thoughtfully, then added, “Perhaps I could arrange for her to be in a group with students she’s more comfortable around.”

Raquel smiled, relief flooding through her. “Thank you, really. That would mean a lot to her—and to me.”

Sergio looked down briefly, adjusting his glasses in that slight, self-conscious way she’d noticed before. “It’s no trouble. I want Paula to enjoy this trip and feel part of the group. Maybe I’ll even practice my animal voices if that helps,” he added, a hint of humor breaking through his usually reserved tone.

Raquel let out a laugh, surprised and charmed. “So the voices are real, then? Paula told me about them. She seems to think you’re secretly quite funny.”

Sergio’s cheeks colored faintly, and he cleared his throat. “It’s possible I have a few… tricks to keep them engaged,” he admitted, a small smile playing on his lips.

They both shared a quiet moment of amusement before Raquel spoke again. “I guess I didn’t expect you to have a playful side, Señor Marquina.”

“And I suppose there’s more to both of us than meets the eye, Miss Murillo,” he answered, his gaze meeting hers directly.

Raquel felt a thrill at the gentle, almost daring warmth in his eyes and for a moment, they stood in comfortable silence, both seeming to weigh their next words. Raquel traced her fingers along the edge of the permission slip, feeling a bit more at ease, but still hesitant.

“You know,” Sergio said thoughtfully, breaking the silence, “if you’re worried about Paula feeling overwhelmed, perhaps you could join us on the trip as a chaperone.” He lifted his gaze to meet hers, a faint smile playing on his lips. “Sometimes having a familiar face nearby makes a world of difference.”

Raquel’s eyes widened, surprised by the suggestion. “A chaperone?” She hadn’t considered it, but the idea was intriguing. She could keep an eye on Paula while giving her the space to explore…

“Would that be okay?” she asked, suddenly feeling both excitement and a bit of nervousness at the thought.

Sergio nodded, his expression softening as he considered her. “Of course. As a matter of fact, I am counting on other parents to join, too. We could use the extra help, and I think Paula would feel more comfortable having you nearby. Besides,” he added, a touch of playfulness in his tone, “you might get to hear a few of my famous animal impressions.”

Raquel laughed, her shoulders relaxing. “In that case, I’m in. Can’t miss the chance to see that.”

They shared a quiet smile, and Raquel felt a warmth between them that was both unexpected and oddly comforting. She looked down at the permission slip, realizing how this camping trip was already shaping up to be more than she’d anticipated.

“Well, I’ll see you in the woods, then, Señor Marquina,” she said.

He nodded, his eyes glinting with that quiet intensity she was beginning to find oddly charming. “Looking forward to it, Miss Murillo.”

As she left the school that evening, Raquel’s thoughts were no longer just on Paula’s experience but on the thought of spending a weekend out in nature—with a little extra adventure of her own.

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The late afternoon sun cast a golden glow across Raquel’s modest backyard, where Paula and Cynthia were deep in an imaginary game involving an adventure in the jungle. From where Raquel and Mónica sat on the back porch, their laughter floated over in happy bursts, punctuated by the rustling of leaves and the occasional shouted instruction to some invisible animal.

Raquel poured tea into Mónica’s cup, the steam curling up into the crisp autumn air. “So, you’re joining the trip as a chaperone too?” she asked, taking a sip.

Mónica grinned, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Absolutely! I mean, can you imagine Daniel out there in the woods? He’d probably try to negotiate with a raccoon instead of shooing it away.”

Raquel laughed, picturing Mónica’s husband attempting to reason with a mischievous forest creature. “Good call. Plus, I think it’ll be good for the girls to have us there. Especially Paula—I know she’s excited, but you know how shy she can be around the other kids.”

Mónica nodded, glancing toward the garden where the girls were now engaged in an animated discussion, apparently debating the best way to escape from an imaginary cave. “Cynthia’s been talking about this trip non-stop,” Mónica said, watching her daughter with a fond smile. “But she’s thrilled that you’ll be coming too. Honestly, I think it’ll be fun to be out there with them. A little adventure, some fresh air… and a chance to catch a few glimpses of the mysterious Señor Marquina,” she added with a sly look.

Raquel raised an eyebrow, though she couldn’t hide the amused smile creeping onto her face. “Mónica, it’s a school trip, not a singles’ retreat. And Señor Marquina is…” She paused, searching for the right words. “He’s serious, maybe even a little intense. I don’t think ‘adventure’ is in his vocabulary.”

“Please.” Mónica waved a dismissive hand. “Sometimes it’s the serious ones who surprise you the most. Besides, I heard some of the other moms talking. Apparently, he’s got quite the fan club. Rumor is he even tutors students in math for free—one mom swears he’s secretly a genius.”

Raquel rolled her eyes, but she felt a slight warmth in her cheeks. “Maybe so, but I’m going there for Paula, not to start taking math lessons.”

Mónica grinned, clearly unconvinced. “Whatever you say. But it might be nice to get to know him a little better. It’s been a while since you’ve had… well, you know. A distraction.”

Before Raquel could reply, Cynthia and Paula ran up to them, cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling.

“Mamá, can we take flashlights on the camping trip?” Cynthia asked, bouncing on her toes. “We want to find animal tracks and maybe even see some owls!”

Paula looked up shyly, a hopeful glimmer in her eyes. “Señor Marquina said he’d show us how to set up tents and maybe even tell us stories by the fire. Right, mamá?”

Raquel smiled, brushing a leaf from Paula’s hair. “Yes, he did mention something like that. And I’ll be there to help, too.”

Mónica’s eyes twinkled with mischief. “Actually, Paula, I heard your mamá and Señor Marquina might even sing a duet around the campfire,” she teased.

Cynthia and Paula burst into giggles, looking from Raquel to Mónica with a mix of horror and delight. “Mamá!” Paula protested, clearly mortified by the idea.

“Oh, don’t worry, sweetheart,” Raquel said, giving Mónica a playful nudge. “I think I’ll leave the singing to Señor Marquina and his animal voices.”

Mónica laughed, and the girls, seemingly reassured, skipped back to the garden, talking excitedly about all the creatures they’d search for once they were out in the woods.

As their laughter faded into the background, Raquel turned to Mónica, a bit more serious now. “I am glad you’re coming, too. It feels like such a big step for Paula, and if she feels out of place or gets nervous… I just want her to have people around that she can confide in, you know?”

Mónica reached over and squeezed her friend’s hand. “You’re a great mom, Raquel. And you know, maybe this will be exactly what Paula needs to feel more confident. She’s got her friend, she’s got her mamá—and, if necessary, we’ll drag Señor Marquina into a game of charades to lighten the mood.”

Raquel laughed, imagining the reserved teacher being dragged into a game of charades or attempting to imitate a raccoon or flamingo. “Maybe you’re right,” she said, her eyes bright with amusement. “If Señor Marquina shows a bit of a lighter side… well, that might ease the kids into things, too.”

Mónica nodded, leaning back in her chair. “Exactly. We’re going to have fun, and we’ll make sure they do too.”

As the sun dipped lower, casting long shadows over the garden, Raquel took a deep breath, feeling a mixture of excitement and calm. She was ready to see her daughter tackle a new experience.

The camping trip promised to be an adventure for Paula, for Cynthia, and maybe even for herself.

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The school parking lot buzzed with the chaotic energy of parents, teachers, and students all scrambling to get organized. Raquel glanced at the list of student names in her hand, trying to check off each child as they gathered near the bus, bags in tow. Mónica was beside her, attempting to help but getting distracted every time Cynthia and Paula came over with yet another question.

Near the front of the bus, Señor Marquina was calmly but meticulously inspecting the equipment, making sure they had every tent, sleeping bag, and camping stove accounted for. His focus was intense as he double-checked the list, and Raquel couldn’t help but smile a little as she watched him.

“There he is—the commander,” Mónica whispered with a grin, nudging Raquel’s shoulder. “He looks like he’s about to lead us on a military expedition.”

“Shh!” Raquel tried to suppress a laugh, hoping he hadn’t overheard. But he was now approaching, his calm, steady gaze landing on her and Monica with a faint glint of amusement in his eyes.

“Miss Murillo, Miss Gaztambide,” he greeted them formally, though his smile softened the formality. “Ready for a weekend in the wilderness?”

“Ready as we’ll ever be!” Mónica replied with an enthusiastic grin. “How about you, Señor Marquina? Ready to fend off wild animals with only a flashlight?”

He chuckled, adjusting his glasses. “I assure you, Miss Gaztambide, I’m fully prepared. Though I think the students might be more challenging to keep in line than any wild animals.”

Raquel smiled, surprised by his unexpected humor. “Well, you do have a group of devoted chaperones to back you up. Speaking of which,” she added, glancing at his clipboard, “are we all accounted for?”

“Just about,” he replied, handing her the list. “I was double-checking the cabin assignments. We’ll have five groups, each with one chaperone. The two of you,” he continued, nodding at Raquel and Mónica, “will be sharing a cabin with your groups.”

Raquel looked down at the list, noting Paula and Cynthia’s names paired together. “Looks like our girls will be bunking together,” she told Mónica with a smile. “That should keep them happy.”

Sergio nodded, his eyes warm. “That was the idea. I thought familiar faces would help them feel more comfortable.”

As they exchanged a knowing smile, the bus driver called out, signaling that it was time to load up. Sergio took the lead, guiding the students with the same calm precision he used in the classroom, while Raquel and Mónica helped round up stragglers and get them settled.

Raquel found herself sitting across the aisle from Sergio, their knees occasionally bumping as the bus lurched forward. The students’ excited chatter filled the air, but amidst the commotion, she felt a quiet sense of ease with him nearby.

“So,” she ventured, leaning slightly closer, “you don’t strike me as the camping type, Señor Marquina. What brought this on?”

He turned to her, looking briefly surprised before a small smile appeared. “I have my moments. Besides,” he said, glancing at the eager faces around them, “I want the students to experience learning beyond the classroom. Even if it means getting a bit out of my own comfort zone.”

Raquel nodded, impressed. “You make a good point. Though I’m a little worried about my own ‘comfort zone’ out there. Bugs, cold nights… it’s been a while since I’ve done something like this.”

He tilted his head thoughtfully. “I’m sure you’ll manage just fine. But if you need any assistance, I’ll be around. I can even scare the bugs away for you,” he added, the corner of his mouth quirking into a smile.

Raquel laughed. “Don’t worry—I can handle a mosquito or two on my own.”

The rest of the drive passed in easy conversation, with Raquel learning that Sergio had been on similar trips before, though he admitted he hadn’t always been a fan. “It wasn’t until I started teaching that I saw the value in it,” he explained, a hint of passion in his voice. “Something changes when students get out of their routine and into nature.”

As they neared the campground, Raquel found herself studying him more closely, intrigued by the quiet intensity he seemed to reserve for moments like this. She caught herself just before staring, quickly looking out the window as the bus came to a stop.

The students piled out, their excitement bubbling over as they gazed at the open space, the nearby lake gleaming under the afternoon sun, and the dense woods stretching out into the distance.

“All right, everyone, gather around!” Sergio called, his calm voice cutting through the chatter. The students scrambled to form a semi-circle, each clutching their bags and looking eagerly at the row of small cabins in the distance. “We’ll split into our assigned groups. Find your chaperones, and then head to your cabins. Settle in, unpack, and meet back here for the first activity in twenty minutes.”

The kids scrambled into action, finding their groups as the chaperones helped herd them toward the cabins. Raquel and Mónica led their own groups, guiding them to a cozy wooden cabin near the trees. The girls ran in excitedly, already staking claims on the bunk beds as Raquel set her bag down on the nearest cot.

Just as they were helping the girls unpack, Sergio appeared at the doorway, giving Raquel a slight nod. “Everything going smoothly here?”

Raquel smiled, gesturing to the cabin. “So far, so good. I think we’ve avoided any meltdowns over bed assignments, which is a win.”

He chuckled, looking around at the cheerful chaos. “Good to know.”

As he turned to leave, he paused, glancing back at her with a thoughtful look. “Miss Murillo… if you need anything—flashlights, bug spray—you know where to find me.”

Raquel’s smile softened. “Thank you. And the same goes for you.”

He gave a brief nod, a subtle smile flickering across his face before he stepped out, leaving Raquel with a strange, pleasant warmth that lingered even after he’d gone.

Turning back to the girls, who were already bouncing with excitement for the activities ahead, she felt ready for whatever this weekend might bring. She had her group, her friend, and even a certain reserved teacher nearby—and perhaps, just maybe, that was all she needed to enjoy this unexpected adventure.

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With everyone unpacked and settled into their cabins, Señor Marquina gathered the group by the open field near the lake. The sun had dipped lower, casting a warm, golden glow across the campsite, and the air buzzed with excitement.

“All right, everyone,” Sergio began, his steady voice drawing the students’ attention. “Before we get into the more relaxed parts of our weekend, we’ll be doing a few activities to get us thinking as a team. This is a chance for all of you to show off your creativity and problem-solving skills.”

Next to him, Raquel watched as he scanned the faces of the students, his tone a perfect mix of calm authority and encouragement. She admired how he could command attention without raising his voice—a skill she’d never quite mastered herself. As he continued, she noted how Paula and Cynthia leaned in, listening carefully, their expressions a mixture of nervousness and curiosity.

“So,” he said, gesturing to a stack of supplies on a nearby picnic table, “we’re going to start with something I like to call the ‘Great Escape.’ In this exercise, each group will have to get from one point to another without stepping on the ground. You’ll have to use what’s in front of you to make that happen.” He paused, a small smile playing on his lips. “And chaperones, you’re also expected to participate.”

Raquel shot Mónica a wide-eyed look of mock horror, to which Mónica just shrugged, grinning. “Well, this should be interesting,” Raquel whispered.

Sergio divided the students into groups, pairing Raquel and Mónica with their daughters and two other students. He then handed out supplies—long planks of wood, a few buckets, some rope, and a couple of milk crates. Each group would have to cross a stretch of uneven ground between trees using these materials, relying on strategy and teamwork.

“All right, team,” Raquel said, hands on her hips, looking at the items in front of them. “Any ideas on how we do this without touching the ground?”

Cynthia’s hand shot up, her eyes wide with excitement. “What if we put the milk crates down first? Then we could use the planks to connect them like bridges.”

“Smart thinking, Cynthia,” Raquel said, impressed. She glanced over at Paula, who was watching with a pensive expression. “What do you think, Paula? Any ideas for how we can make it even sturdier?”

Paula bit her lip, considering. “Maybe… if we put the buckets under the ends of the planks, it’ll keep them from wobbling when we walk across?”

Raquel exchanged a proud glance with Mónica, who mouthed a “wow” at her daughter’s practical suggestion. As they began to lay down the first few pieces, the girls grew more confident, eagerly taking the lead while Raquel and Mónica held the planks steady.

Meanwhile, Sergio moved from group to group, offering guidance and encouragement. Raquel noticed how he adapted to each team’s approach, offering small nudges without giving away too much. He finally reached their group, kneeling down to inspect their “bridge” and giving Paula and Cynthia a nod.

“Nicely done, everyone,” he said, meeting Raquel’s eyes with a hint of approval. “Solid start here. Just remember: communication is key, and think of each plank as a step forward. How can you make sure your steps stay stable?”

Paula’s eyes lit up at his words, and she whispered something to Cynthia, who nodded excitedly. They shuffled the buckets slightly, anchoring the planks even better, and tested the setup with cautious steps.

“Think we can make it all the way?” Raquel asked with a playful grin.

Mónica looked at the patchwork of supplies and raised an eyebrow. “Let’s hope! If we don’t, it’ll be a long hop back.”

They started across, moving plank by plank. At one point, Raquel lost her balance, her foot slipping as she grasped for the rope.

“Careful, Miss Murillo,” Sergio called over with a smile in his voice. “We can’t have any chaperone casualties just yet.”

Nearby, Paula and Cynthia giggled, watching their mothers attempt the crossing. Finally, after a few nerve-wracking moments, they reached the end, where Sergio waited with an impressed smile.

“Well done, team,” he said, offering his hand to help Raquel step off the last plank. She took it, and for a second, his grip felt warm and steady against hers, lingering just a moment longer than necessary.

“Thanks,” she murmured, feeling a spark that she quickly brushed aside, focusing instead on the triumphant smiles of the girls.

As the other groups completed their crossings, the students cheered each other on, and Sergio gathered everyone together to debrief. He encouraged the kids to share what they’d learned, with many of them excitedly describing how they’d worked as a team to solve problems.

Paula, encouraged by her group’s success, even raised her hand. “We realized that if we moved the buckets a little each time, the planks wouldn’t wobble as much,” she said, her voice confident.

Raquel felt a swell of pride as Sergio nodded in approval. “That’s a great observation, Paula. Sometimes the smallest adjustments make the biggest difference.”

As the activity wrapped up, Sergio turned to Raquel and Mónica. “How was it for the two of you? Ready to trade your jobs for careers in outdoor survival?”

Mónica laughed, brushing dirt from her hands. “You’re kidding, right? I’ve done enough survival for one day.”

Raquel, still catching her breath, looked at him with a mock glare. “You mean we aren’t getting a medal for bravery?”

Sergio smirked, the corners of his eyes crinkling in genuine amusement. “You’ll get a well-earned break, if that’s any consolation.”

The students dispersed for a quick snack break, and as Raquel and Mónica helped unpack some granola bars and water bottles, she couldn’t help but feel a renewed respect for Sergio. His calm, steady presence had subtly brought out the best in everyone, even herself.

As they gathered by the lake, taking in the beautiful, quiet scenery, Raquel found herself drifting toward him again. They stood in comfortable silence for a moment, watching the kids chat and munch on their snacks.

“You have a real way with them,” she said finally, breaking the quiet. “And with us, too. The activity went off without a hitch.”

Sergio looked at her, his expression thoughtful. “Thank you, Miss Murillo. But I think you had a bit to do with that. You have a way of making things fun.”

Raquel felt a small flutter of warmth at his words. “Fun might be an exaggeration. But I do like a little challenge.”

“Good,” he replied, his gaze holding hers for a moment before he looked back at the students. “Because I have a feeling these next couple of days might offer plenty of that.”

As the sun continued its descent, casting long shadows across the lake, Raquel glanced back at the cabin area where their own “Great Escape” bridge was still laid out—a proud reminder of their first accomplishment together. And as she looked back at Sergio, she realized that, challenges or not, she was actually looking forward to whatever else this weekend might bring.

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After a successful first round of team-building activities, the group gathered around a large open area where the chaperones and teachers had set up a simple dinner of sandwiches and fruit. Spirits were high as the students compared stories of their bridge-crossing skills, and the sounds of laughter filled the clearing.

“Can’t believe I nearly fell on my face out there,” Raquel joked to Mónica as she helped hand out sandwiches. “Not exactly my finest moment.”

Mónica laughed, nudging her. “I thought you looked pretty graceful, actually. At least you didn’t trip over a milk crate like I did!”

Sergio joined them with a bemused smile. “Well, no major injuries, so I’d say you both did better than most campers.”

As they shared a laugh, a faint rumble sounded in the distance, unnoticed at first amid the chatter and rustling trees. But Raquel felt the first drops of rain, cold against her face, and looked up, puzzled.

“Did anyone check the forecast?” she asked, watching as dark clouds rolled in faster than anyone anticipated.

Just then, a flash of lightning lit up the sky, followed by a crack of thunder that sent a wave of startled gasps through the group and one or two screams from the students. Sergio’s brow furrowed as he scanned the gathering clouds.

“It’s moving in fast,” he murmured. “We’ll need to get everyone back to the cabins. There’s no cover out here.”

Raquel felt a surge of adrenaline. “Okay, team! You heard Señor Marquina—back to the cabins, everyone! Grab your things and let’s move quickly.”

The kids grabbed their stuff, huddling close as the rain picked up, transforming into a full downpour within moments. Raquel and Mónica ushered the students, trying to shield them from the worst of the rain. However, by the time they reached the cabins, everyone was drenched, clothes plastered to their skin.

The students scrambled inside, laughing and dripping water onto the wooden floors. Raquel was the last one to arrive, shaking out her hair and looking around the small, cozy space, which now felt even smaller with so many damp campers huddled inside.

Sergio appeared at the door, peeking in. “Everyone here?”

Raquel gave him a thumbs-up. “Safe and sound. Though I’m not sure how we’re going to dry off in here.”

He stepped inside, bringing with him a gust of cool, rain-soaked air. “I’ll go grab some extra blankets from the supply cabin.”

As Sergio turned to leave, Raquel’s hand moved instinctively, her fingers wrapping around his arm before she even registered the motion. “Wait,” she said softly, her voice cutting through the rhythm of the falling rain. “You’ll need help. I’ll come with you.”

Sergio paused, his dark eyes meeting hers, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. For a moment, he seemed to weigh her words, then nodded. “All right,” he said. “Let’s move quickly.”

They stepped out into the storm, the rain drenching them even further as it fell in relentless sheets. The ground squelched underfoot, the mud threatening to pull them down with every step, and puddles splashed up their legs as they hurried across the camp. The icy water seeped through Raquel’s clothes, but adrenaline drove her forward. By the time they reached the supply cabin, both of them were soaked and breathless.

Raquel leaned against the doorframe, laughing as she tried to catch her breath. “This,” she said between gasps, wringing out the hem of her shirt, “is officially the wettest camping trip I’ve ever been on.”

Sergio chuckled, shaking his head as water dripped from his hair. “I think we might need a canoe soon.”

The cabin was dim, lit only by the gray light filtering through the rain-speckled windows. The air was damp, carrying the earthy smell of stored supplies. They set to work gathering blankets, their movements a little awkward at first but soon settling into an easy rhythm.

Raquel reached for a stack on the highest shelf, standing on her tiptoes to pull them down. As her fingers brushed the edge, she wobbled, the slippery floor conspiring against her. Before she could fall, Sergio’s hands were on her hips, steadying her.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice low, tinged with concern.

She turned, her breath catching as she found herself inches from him. Their eyes locked, his steady and searching, hers wide with something between surprise and longing. Time seemed to stretch, the pounding rain outside becoming a distant hum. She could feel the warmth of his hands through her damp clothes, grounding her and yet sending her heart racing.

“I’m fine,” she managed, her voice barely a whisper.

Sergio’s hand moved slowly, almost unconsciously, brushing a stray strand of wet hair from her face. His touch was feather-light, but it sent a shiver through her that had nothing to do with the cold. His fingers lingered for the briefest moment, and his gaze softened, as though he were seeing a side of her no one else had.

Raquel’s pulse thundered in her ears, the air between them charged. She could feel the weight of the moment, the pull of something unspoken but undeniable. Her lips parted, a breathless anticipation building as she wondered if—

He let his hand drop, stepping back with a slight clearing of his throat. “We should, uh… get these back to the kids,” he said, his voice just a shade rougher than usual.

Raquel blinked, the spell breaking as reality reasserted itself. “Right,” she said, her tone unsteady but firming. “Of course.”

They worked in silence after that, each acutely aware of the other but unwilling to acknowledge it aloud. Every brush of their hands as they bundled the blankets felt heightened, electric, and Raquel found herself stealing glances at Sergio when she thought he wasn’t looking. His expression was unreadable, focused yet thoughtful, and it only deepened the confusion swirling inside her.

The rain had eased slightly by the time they stepped outside again, the world around them soft and blurred by the mist. They walked side by side, their silence companionable but charged. The occasional squelch of mud underfoot or the distant laughter of children in the cabins punctuated their thoughts, but neither spoke, as though words might shatter the delicate balance they had found.

When they reached the cabin and distributed the blankets to the grateful students, Sergio turned to Raquel. His face was calm, but his eyes held something she couldn’t quite name—a mix of gratitude, curiosity, and something deeper.

“Thank you,” he said quietly, his voice low enough that only she could hear. “For helping.”

Raquel hesitated, then offered him a small, genuine smile. Her chest felt tight with a strange mixture of emotions—nervousness, excitement, and a warmth that felt dangerously like hope. “Anytime,” she replied, her voice soft but steady.

For a moment, they stood there, the world bustling around them yet somehow fading into the background. And in that brief, fragile silence, Raquel couldn’t help but feel that something had shifted between them—something as subtle and profound as the rain washing over the camp.

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The rain had finally subsided, leaving the forest blanketed in mist, but the warmth and laughter inside the girls’ cabin made the weather outside seem like a distant memory. The air was filled with giggles and the sweet smell of hot chocolate that Raquel and Mónica had whipped up on a small camp stove, each girl sipping from her mug as they nestled in their sleeping bags.

Raquel leaned back on her elbows, watching the girls laugh and chatter in their pajamas. Paula and Cynthia sat shoulder-to-shoulder, their eyes wide as one of the other girls finished a spooky story.

“…and when she turned around,” the girl was saying, lowering her voice dramatically, “he was gone! Just disappeared. But she knew he was still out there… watching!”

There was a collective gasp, followed by laughter as the girls hid under their blankets, pretending to be terrified.

Raquel grinned, pretending to shiver. “All right, that’s enough of the ghost stories, or I’ll be too scared to go to sleep.”

Mónica chuckled, wrapping herself in a thick blanket. “Honestly, Raquel, I didn’t think you’d scare so easily!”

Raquel shot her a playful look. “Oh, please. I’m just setting a good example,” she joked, giving Paula a wink. Paula giggled, her usual shyness melting away in the cozy atmosphere.

As the night wore on, one by one, the girls’ laughter grew quieter. Cynthia was the first to nod off, leaning on Paula’s shoulder, and soon the rest were fast asleep, their breathing slow and even.

Raquel gently tucked the blanket up around Paula, smiling as she brushed a stray hair off her daughter’s forehead. “She was so excited for this trip,” she murmured. “I can’t believe how well she’s fitting in here.”

Mónica nodded, watching her own daughter with a soft smile. “It’s good for her—and for us.” She paused, her eyes flicking over to Raquel with a sly smile. “Speaking of good things… how about you and Señor Marquina?”

Raquel’s cheeks flushed, but she tried to play it cool. “Señor Marquina and I are chaperoning the same trip, just like you and I are. Nothing more,” she replied lightly, though a hint of a smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

Mónica wasn’t buying it. She raised an eyebrow, her tone mischievous. “Oh, really? Then maybe you can explain why he was giving you those looks earlier, hmm?”

Raquel rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t help laughing. “Please, Mónica. He’s just a little intense, that’s all. It’s his ‘teacher mode.’”

“Raquel,” Mónica said, crossing her arms with a smirk. “That man is many things, but ‘teacher mode’ isn’t one of them when he’s looking at you like that.”

Raquel’s expression softened as she thought back to their earlier moment in the supply cabin, how close they’d been, the rain making everything feel sharper, more electric. “I don’t know,” she admitted, her voice quieter. “There’s… something. I won’t deny that. But it’s just been so long, Mónica. I’ve barely had time to think about anything but Paula and adjusting to all the changes.”

“Which is exactly why you should let yourself enjoy this, Raquel,” Mónica replied, her voice warm. “A little spark now and then doesn’t hurt. And let’s be honest—he’s not exactly hard on the eyes.”

Raquel chuckled, rolling her eyes. “I noticed, thanks. And here I thought you were supposed to talk me out of these things.”

“Oh no,” Mónica said with a grin. “I’m firmly in favor of these things.”

They shared a laugh, careful not to wake the girls, as Mónica leaned in conspiratorially. “Come on. Admit it—don’t you find him intriguing?”

Raquel bit her lip, smiling. “Fine. Yes. He’s intriguing. He’s got this… quiet intensity about him, like he sees everything. It’s unnerving, but in a good way.”

Mónica gave her a nudge. “There we go. Now, would it really be the worst thing in the world if you just… enjoyed getting to know him a little better?”

Raquel let out a sigh, her smile turning wistful. “It wouldn’t. And honestly, it feels… nice. Like a little piece of me waking up again.”

Mónica grinned, patting her friend’s hand. “Exactly. Take it slow if you want, but don’t overthink it. If there’s something there, it’ll unfold naturally. Just like tonight with the storm—you can’t plan these things.”

Raquel’s eyes softened as she thought back to Sergio’s gaze, the way he’d brushed her cheek. “I guess you’re right...”

They sat in silence for a moment, listening to the rain patter gently against the cabin roof. It was a soothing, almost magical kind of quiet, the kind that only comes after a storm. Raquel felt her heart settle, a warmth growing inside her as she allowed herself to imagine, just for a moment, what it might be like to open herself up to someone again.

Mónica glanced over at her with a knowing smile. “You know, I’m glad you and Paula came along on this trip.”

Raquel squeezed her friend’s hand. “Me too, Mónica. Me too.”

As they sat there, watching their daughters sleep, the storm having passed, Raquel felt the slightest bit of hope bloom—a feeling she hadn’t felt in a long time.

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Sergio slouched into the worn armchair in the corner of the main cabin, his damp hiking boots kicked off by the door. The faint hum of the washing machine in the background filled the silence as he rubbed the back of his neck, staring at his phone. It buzzed again—a persistent vibration that could only belong to Andrés.

With a resigned sigh, Sergio picked it up. “What is it, Andrés? Did you burn something again?”

His brother’s laugh came through the line, warm and easy. “Hey! That was one time. And in my defense, that souffle had it coming. No, I’m calling to check in. How’s the camping trip? Kids driving you insane yet?”

Sergio chuckled, leaning back in the chair. “The kids are… kids. Some more energetic than others. A few surprisingly insightful. It’s been good.” He paused, a ghost of a smile tugging at his lips. “Different from what I expected.”

“Different how?” Andrés’ tone shifted, a mix of curiosity and the trademark nosiness Sergio had come to expect from his older brother.

Sergio hesitated, the words catching in his throat. But there was no escaping Andrés once he sensed something interesting. “It’s nothing. You just called to grill me?”

“Nothing, my butt,” Andrés shot back. “I know that tone, hermano. There’s something—or someone—on your mind. Out with it.”

Sergio sighed, running a hand through his hair. “You’re relentless, you know that?”

“And charmingly persistent. So?”

“There’s this woman,” Sergio began, the words feeling strange yet inevitable on his tongue. “She’s one of the chaperones. Raquel.”

“Ah, so the plot thickens.” Andrés sounded far too pleased with himself. “What’s she like?”

Sergio let out a quiet laugh, trying to put his thoughts in order. “She’s… unlike anyone I’ve ever met. She’s smart, funny, kind. A little guarded, but not in a bad way. More like she’s protecting something important. She has this way of—” He stopped himself, shaking his head. “It’s hard to explain.”

“Try me,” Andrés urged, his voice softer now.

“She’s strong,” Sergio continued, the words coming more easily. “Not just in how she carries herself, but in the way she handles things. You can tell she’s been through a lot, but it hasn’t hardened her. If anything, it’s made her more… compassionate. And then there’s her smile.” He exhaled, a quiet laugh escaping him. “It’s this genuine thing, like she’s letting you in on a secret. You can’t help but want to see it again.”

“Wow,” Andrés said after a moment. “Sounds like you’ve got it bad.”

“It’s not like that,” Sergio said quickly, though the faint warmth creeping into his cheeks betrayed him.

“No? Then why does your voice sound like someone just handed you the world’s best coffee and told you it’s bottomless?”

Sergio chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re deflecting,” Andrés countered. “So, what’s the issue? She doesn’t feel the same way?”

Sergio leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “I don’t know. Maybe she does. Maybe she doesn’t. There’s something there, but it’s complicated. She has a daughter, for one. And I am her teacher. Plus, I don’t want to be the guy who complicates someone else’s life.”

“Or,” Andrés said, “you could be the guy who makes her life better. Have you considered that?”

The question hung in the air, striking a chord Sergio hadn’t been ready to confront.

“She’s cautious,” Sergio admitted after a pause. “She’s been through a lot, and I don’t want to push her. If this goes wrong, it’s not just about us. Her daughter would be affected too.”

“Sure,” Andrés said, his tone thoughtful. “But if it goes right? Maybe you all get something beautiful out of it. You don’t have to know the ending before you start the story, hermano. You just have to take it one chapter at a time.”

Sergio smiled despite himself. “When did you get so wise?”

“Probably while cleaning up my burnt souffle,” Andrés quipped, then turned serious again. “Look, I know you. You don’t open up easily. If this woman’s managed to sneak past your walls, that means something. Don’t ignore it.”

Sergio leaned back again, staring at the ceiling. Andrés’s words settled over him, their weight undeniable. “Maybe you’re right.”

“Of course I’m right,” Andrés said smugly. “And hey, if things go well, I expect to meet her.”

Sergio laughed, shaking his head. “One step at a time.”

“That’s the spirit.” Andrés’s grin was almost audible. “Now, go charm the socks off her. Or boots, I guess, since you’re out in the wilderness.”

“You’re impossible.”

“Only because I care. Call me, all right?”

“Yeah,” Sergio said, a small smile lingering as he hung up. He sat there for a moment, Andrés’s words replaying in his mind. One chapter at a time. The idea of a new story scared him—but maybe it was time to start writing it.

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The smell of scrambled eggs and toast filled the big cabin as everyone gathered for breakfast. The place was bustling, with the clink of metal trays and the hum of conversation bouncing off the rustic wooden walls. Outside, sunlight streamed through the trees, casting dappled patterns on the floor and promising a bright, clear day.

Raquel and Mónica guided their sleepy-eyed charges into the line, helping the kids grab plates and fill them with food. The girls looked more alert with every bite, while Raquel herself sipped her much-needed coffee, savoring the quiet that came with the kids settling down.

She noticed Sergio, clipboard in hand, moving between tables with his usual calm efficiency. The students looked up to him with attentive eyes as he nodded and chatted with a few of them, giving them quiet encouragement. His demeanor had that steady presence Raquel was beginning to recognize—the kind that made everyone feel both comfortable and respected. She couldn’t help but watch him, finding herself intrigued by the man beneath the calm exterior.

Mónica leaned over with a smirk. “Noticed who you’re staring at yet?”

Raquel shot her friend a playful glare. “Subtle, Mónica. Very subtle.”

Mónica stifled a laugh, winking as she nudged Raquel’s coffee closer. “Just helping you wake up. You’re on lunch duty, right?”

Raquel nodded, pretending not to feel that flutter of nerves. “Yes, but with any luck, I’ll have some help.”

As if on cue, Sergio made his way over, clipboard still in hand. “Good morning, ladies. Are we ready for the day’s adventures?”

“Some of us are working on it,” Raquel joked, lifting her coffee cup.

Sergio chuckled, a glint of amusement in his eye. “Noted. I’ll make sure you get an extra cup before lunch duty. We’re a little short-staffed in the kitchen, so if you need an extra hand, just let me know.”

Raquel’s heart skipped a beat. “I might take you up on that...”

“Please do,” he replied, holding her gaze a moment longer than necessary, a hint of warmth in his tone. She felt a blush rise to her cheeks as he moved on to the next table, clipboard and all.

By the time breakfast was nearly done, the students were fully awake, laughing and chatting over the remnants of toast and cereal. Sergio stepped to the front of the room and clapped his hands once, instantly catching everyone’s attention.

“All right, everyone!” he began, his voice carrying over the room. “We’ve got a full day ahead of us. Here’s what’s planned: first, we’ll be going on a morning hike to the lookout point. Make sure you have water and proper shoes for that. Then we’ll have some team-building exercises before lunch.”

He cast a quick look at Raquel, the corner of his mouth twitching in a smile. “Miss Murillo and I will be preparing lunch together for you, so let’s hope she’s as good in the kitchen as she is at making dramatic entrances.”

The kids giggled, and Raquel gave an exaggerated gasp. “For your information, Señor Marquina, I happen to make the best paella this side of Barcelona.”

“Oh? Well, I’m looking forward to testing that,” he replied with a raised eyebrow, holding her gaze again for a heartbeat longer, his smile almost playful.

Raquel laughed, but she felt a little thrill run through her. “Challenge accepted, then.”

Sergio nodded, satisfied, and turned back to the group. “After lunch, we’ll have a mix of activities: an orienteering exercise, some group games, and maybe even a trust-building challenge or two. And remember,” he added, his tone more serious, “the purpose of these activities is to support each other and work together. No one is out here on their own. If you need help or a break, let us know.”

The students nodded, enthusiasm sparking in their eyes. Raquel caught Paula and Cynthia exchanging excited glances, which warmed her heart. Her daughter was usually so reserved, but being here, surrounded by friends and fresh air, had brought her out of her shell. She glanced back at Sergio, finding him watching the students with quiet pride.

As breakfast wound down, Raquel felt someone at her side again and looked up to find Sergio there.

“Ready to tackle kitchen duty?” he asked, his voice low enough for just her to hear.

She tilted her head, giving him a mock-serious look. “Only if I’m in charge of the paella.”

Sergio chuckled, crossing his arms. “That works, I wouldn’t want to compete with your culinary skills.”

Raquel couldn’t help but smile, her heart feeling lighter than it had in ages. “Just try to keep up.”

They shared a look, unspoken understanding passing between them.

Outside, the sun broke through the clouds, casting a warm glow over the camp. Raquel felt a rush of excitement, grateful for this day, these friends, and perhaps, most unexpectedly, for a certain teacher with a clipboard who made her feel a little more like herself.

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The forest trail wound through towering pines and lush undergrowth, the scent of fresh earth and greenery filling the crisp morning air. Raquel took in a deep breath, feeling invigorated by the coolness of the shade, and she smiled as Paula walked beside her, wide-eyed with excitement. Up ahead, Mónica was chatting with a few other kids, while Sergio led the group with his usual calm presence, pausing now and then to make sure everyone kept up.

“Mom, look!” Paula whispered, tugging at Raquel’s sleeve and pointing toward a small hollow under a tree. Raquel followed her daughter’s gaze and gasped quietly—a tiny chipmunk was nibbling on an acorn, completely oblivious to the group passing by.

Raquel leaned down to her daughter, her voice soft. “Have you ever seen one that close?”

Paula shook her head, her eyes bright. “No, it’s so cute!”

They watched for a moment before the chipmunk scurried back into the shadows, disappearing under the tree roots. Raquel straightened, sharing a grin with her daughter. These small moments, this wonder in Paula’s eyes, made the trip worthwhile. It was the kind of experience she’d hoped for when she’d agreed to the camp—a chance for Paula to find confidence in herself and connect with nature.

As they continued up the trail, Mónica fell in step beside her, nudging her playfully. “And here I thought you weren’t the hiking type, Raquel. You look like you’re actually enjoying yourself.”

Raquel rolled her eyes, though she was smiling. “Oh, come on. Give me a little credit. I don’t mind a little nature now and then.”

“Nature, sure. But maybe it’s the company?” Mónica raised her eyebrows, glancing pointedly toward the front of the group where Sergio was guiding a few students up a steep incline, his calm, steady voice encouraging them.

“Oh, stop,” Raquel muttered, unable to hide the smile creeping onto her face. “You’re relentless.”

“It’s what friends are for.” Mónica laughed, linking her arm with Raquel’s as they walked. “I mean, he’s been glancing back here every other minute to check on you. He’s got it bad.”

Raquel tried to act casual, even though Mónica’s words sent a spark of warmth through her. “He’s just being a good teacher.”

“Right,” Mónica said with a knowing look. “A very dedicated teacher, apparently.”

Raquel chuckled but kept her gaze on the trail, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. She could still feel Sergio’s presence even when he wasn’t near—his calm, reassuring nature had an odd way of making her feel grounded, seen. The more time they spent together, the more she found herself wondering what else was behind that thoughtful gaze of his.

Soon, they reached a wide clearing with a stunning view of the mountains in the distance, the forest stretching out like a green sea below. The students let out a chorus of “wow,” and even Raquel found herself momentarily breathless, the beauty of it all casting a stillness over the group.

Sergio took a few steps back, standing beside Raquel as they looked out over the view. “Worth the hike, right?” he asked, his voice low.

Raquel nodded, still gazing out at the view. “Completely. I didn’t think I’d feel this… I don’t know, peaceful. It’s amazing up here.”

He smiled softly, his gaze lingering on her. “Nature has a way of reminding us what matters. It’s one of the reasons I love bringing the kids here. You can see them discovering things for the first time, like it’s magic.”

Just then, a rustle in the bushes nearby caught everyone’s attention. Raquel turned, and to her surprise, a young deer stepped into the clearing, ears twitching as it cautiously observed the group. The children froze, eyes wide with wonder, as the deer continued to nibble on a patch of grass, completely undisturbed.

Paula leaned close to her mother, whispering, “It’s so beautiful.”

Raquel squeezed her hand, her own heart touched by the moment. “It really is.”

As the deer gracefully slipped back into the forest, Sergio motioned to the students to gather around, his voice quiet but warm. “All right, let’s take a moment to appreciate what we’ve seen today. Nature has a way of teaching us, but only if we slow down enough to listen.”

His gaze moved briefly to Raquel, and she felt something quiet and unspoken pass between them. She watched him with a new kind of curiosity, grateful that he’d brought them here, that he’d shared this side of himself with them.

As the group settled in to take a break, Raquel and Sergio lingered near the edge of the lookout, the silence between them both comfortable and charged. She turned to him, about to thank him for everything he’d done to make the trip special, but her words were caught off guard when he leaned in slightly, his hand grazing hers as he pointed to something in the distance.

“See those two peaks there?” he murmured, his voice so close to her cheek she could feel the warmth of his breath. “If you follow that line, you’ll see where the valley begins. It’s a special spot. I come up here sometimes just to clear my head.”

Raquel’s breath hitched, her heart beating a little faster. She glanced up at him, their hands still just barely touching, and her voice came out softer than she intended. “I can see why you like it.”

Their gazes met, and for a moment, everything else seemed to fade away—the students, the camp, the responsibilities. There was only this moment, this quiet understanding passing between them.

Just as the silence began to stretch, Mónica’s voice broke through, calling the kids to get ready to head back. The spell was broken, and Raquel and Sergio both took a small step back, sharing a quick, knowing smile before rejoining the group.

As they started the descent down the trail, Raquel’s heart felt lighter, the beauty of the hike filling her with a sense of calm and joy. Walking beside Paula, she couldn’t help but glance back up at the lookout, knowing she’d remember this day—the laughter, the beauty, and the quiet, unspoken moments.

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The camp’s kitchen was a humble setup: a small propane stove, a large wooden table, and shelves stocked with bulk ingredients like rice, beans, and canned vegetables. Raquel surveyed the space, hands on her hips, as Sergio set down a heavy sack of rice on the counter.

“Right, Señor Marquina,” she declared, adopting a mock-stern expression, “if we’re making paella, you need to follow my instructions precisely.”

“Oh, I see. So you’re the head chef, and I’m just the humble sous-chef?” he asked, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

“Exactly.” She smirked, grabbing an apron and tossing it his way. “Now, get that apron on and listen up. We’re feeding an army here.”

Sergio chuckled, tying the apron around his waist. “Yes, Chef Murillo.”

Raquel couldn’t help but laugh as she started pulling ingredients from the shelves: garlic, bell peppers, tomatoes, olive oil, a box of saffron she’d somehow convinced the camp coordinator to splurge on, and a pot big enough to double as a drum. Sergio leaned against the counter, watching her as she set things up, his gaze soft and thoughtful.

As she placed a pan on the stove, Raquel shot him a look. “Don’t just stand there—you can start chopping those peppers.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied with a playful salute, reaching for a knife.

She watched as he started chopping, his movements slow and deliberate. After a few seconds, she sighed, stepping over to his side.

“You’re going to be here all day at that rate,” she teased, nudging him aside. She took the knife and started dicing the peppers in quick, precise motions. “Watch and learn.”

He leaned in, nodding as if taking mental notes. “All right, I see. Quick hands, no hesitation. Good technique, Chef Murillo.”

She couldn’t help a laugh. “You might be the only person who calls my kitchen skills ‘good technique.’ Mostly, I’m just making it up as I go.”

He raised an eyebrow, folding his arms as he leaned back against the counter. “So… you’ve never actually made paella for a crowd of thirty kids before?”

Raquel shrugged, grinning. “I thought it’d be easy enough. What’s life without a little adventure, right?”

“Fair enough,” he said, his tone warm. “So where did you learn? From your mother?”

“Sort of,” Raquel replied, softening as she thought of her mother’s kitchen. “My mom taught me some basics when I was younger. But mostly, I picked it up when Paula was little. I was figuring out the single-mom routine, you know? It was easier to stick to a few quick recipes.”

“Single mom, huh?” Sergio asked, a hint of admiration in his voice. “I had a feeling you were juggling a lot.”

Raquel smiled, stirring the olive oil in the pan. “It’s not as heroic as it sounds. But yeah, I guess you could say that Paula’s my little adventure partner.”

Sergio handed her the chopped peppers, his eyes meeting hers with a look of understanding. “Well, for what it’s worth, I think you’re doing a great job. Paula seems happy, and she’s lucky to have a mother who brings her out to places like this.”

“Thanks,” she murmured, touched by his sincerity. It wasn’t often that people noticed the little things, the quiet ways she tried to make Paula’s life rich and full. She stirred the sizzling peppers, feeling a warmth that wasn’t just from the stove.

Sergio cleared his throat, as if deciding to share something of his own. “You know, I was actually kind of a shy kid myself. Not that you’d guess it now, but…” he trailed off, smiling about an old memory.

Raquel’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. “You? Shy?”

“Yeah, it’s true. I didn’t have many friends in school, actually. Spent most of my time reading, working on little projects.” He glanced down, a small, sheepish grin tugging at his lips. “And I may or may not have taken apart my parents’ radio to figure out how it worked. They weren’t thrilled about that.”

Raquel laughed, picturing a young Sergio, studious and curious, taking on the world one disassembled radio at a time. “I would have loved to see that. A young engineer in the making.”

“Or a young troublemaker, depending on your perspective.” He chuckled, leaning a little closer to watch her stir the pan. “How about you? Were you the wild child, always making dramatic entrances?”

“Oh, very funny,” she shot back with a smirk. “Actually, I was a bit of a dreamer. Always wanted to be a detective or a spy, solve mysteries, bring bad guys to justice. Of course, life had different plans.”

“Detective Murillo?” He tilted his head, eyes gleaming with mischief. “I can see it.”

“Right?” She grinned, sprinkling saffron into the pan as the rich golden color began to bloom through the mixture.

Sergio watched, captivated, as she added the rice and broth, stirring the pot with care. “Well, I think you’d make an excellent detective,” he said quietly.

Their eyes met, and for a moment, they both seemed to forget the simmering pot, the camp, the noise of students outside the kitchen. The air between them held a charge that had been building with each shared moment, each laugh and quiet glance. Raquel felt her pulse quicken, the warmth of his gaze lingering on her a bit longer than before.

Just then, the timer beeped, snapping them both back. She blinked, quickly looking down at the paella. “Oh! Right. We should… check on this.”

Sergio cleared his throat, turning away slightly as if to gather himself. “Yes, of course. Can’t risk overcooking it, after all.”

She stirred the pot one last time, adding a dash of salt. “I think it’s nearly done. What do you think, Señor Marquina?”

He leaned over, pretending to inspect it with exaggerated seriousness. “I think Chef Murillo might actually pull this off.”

She grinned, giving him a light nudge with her elbow. “Oh, please. You didn’t think I could?”

“Of course I did,” he replied, a playful glint in his eye. “But I’m glad to see I was right.”

They both laughed, the tension breaking into easy, genuine warmth as they prepared the dishes to serve. By the time the students filed in for lunch, the paella was laid out in steaming bowls, and Raquel felt a quiet pride as she watched the kids eagerly scoop up the meal they’d made together.

As they served the students, Raquel looked over at Sergio, who gave her an approving nod, his eyes warm with admiration. And in that shared smile, Raquel felt that maybe, just maybe, they were building something beyond just shared duties or camp responsibilities.

After all, the best meals, and the best connections, took time, patience, and just the right mix of ingredients.

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The large dining cabin buzzed with conversation as everyone gathered for lunch. Laughter bounced off the walls, mingling with the clatter of plates and cutlery as students passed the long tables, collecting their portions of paella. Raquel and Sergio sat together at one of the tables, joined by Mónica and some other chaperones.

Raquel looked around with satisfaction as everyone dug in. "Seems like a hit," she whispered to Sergio, who was watching the kids fondly.

“Looks like it,” he replied, a hint of pride in his voice. "You did well, Chef Murillo."

She nudged him with her elbow. “We did well. I’d never have chopped those peppers without you, Sous-Chef Marquina.”

The aroma of saffron and seafood wafted through the air, and Sergio was just leaning over to refill his glass of water when suddenly, chaos struck. 

A student carrying a heaping plate of paella tripped over an untied shoelace, and before anyone could react, the plate tilted—sending its contents flying directly into Sergio’s lap. 

There was a collective gasp.

Followed by stunned silence. 

Sergio froze, staring down at the mess on his trousers. 

Raquel was the first to break. A small giggle escaped her, quickly escalating into full-blown laughter. She clutched her stomach, tears forming at the corners of her eyes.

Sergio raised an unimpressed eyebrow, though his lips twitched as if fighting back a smile. “Are you laughing at me?” he asked incredulously, picking up a fork, scooping up some paella from his plate and aiming it at her.

Raquel, wiping tears from her eyes, looked at him and immediately knew she’d gone too far. “You wouldn’t dare,” she said, pointing at him with a mock-serious glare. 

“Wouldn’t I?” Sergio replied, tilting his head as if considering. Before Raquel could protest further, the forkful of paella flew across the table and landed squarely on her shoulder. 

Raquel gasped, a look of mock outrage crossing her face. Everyone was watching them curiously and silently, looking from Raquel to Sergio and back to Raquel. “Oh, it’s on!” she said. Standing up dramatically, she cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled, “Food fight!” 

And just like that, the room erupted into chaos. 

Students whooped with excitement, eagerly flinging rice and shrimp across the room. Chaperones tried—and failed—to maintain order before getting caught in the crossfire themselves. Mónica, who had been quietly sipping her water, let out a surprised shriek as a handful of paella landed on her head. 

“Mamá!” Cynthia giggled, tossing a spoonful back at her mother. 

“Oh, that’s how you want to play?” Mónica said, grabbing a plate and launching a handful in Cynthia’s direction, missing entirely and hitting another chaperone instead. 

Paula, initially unsure, glanced at her mother for reassurance. Raquel, now standing on her chair, laughed and winked at her. “Come on, Paula, join the fun!” 

With a shy smile, Paula scooped a handful of rice and tossed it toward a group of giggling students. The laughter that followed was like music to Raquel’s ears—her daughter was finally letting go and enjoying herself. 

Across the room, Sergio, now thoroughly coated in various paella ingredients, waved his hands in mock surrender. “All right, enough!” he called, though his grin betrayed his lack of seriousness. 

Raquel seized the opportunity, grabbing a nearby plate and launching its contents directly at him. The rice splattered across his chest, and he let out a dramatic groan. 

“Traitor!” he exclaimed, pointing a finger at her. 

“Oops,” Raquel said, feigning innocence. “YOU started it!” 

The battle continued for several more minutes, the room devolving into a warzone of seafood and laughter until a whistle blew loudly from the front of the room. 

“Enough!” one of the other chaperones shouted, trying and failing to suppress a smile. “We are going to run out of food if you keep this up!” 

Everyone slowly calmed down, collapsing into fits of laughter as they surveyed the carnage around them. The floor was littered with rice, shrimp, and stray vegetables. Students and adults alike were covered head to toe in paella. 

Raquel grinned, brushing stray rice from her sleeve. “Well, that was the most fun I’ve ever had with paella.” 

Sergio, still wiping shrimp off his trousers, gave her an incredulous look. “Fun? I’m not sure this is what the original recipe intended.” 

“Maybe not,” she replied, crossing her arms and tilting her head, “but I’d say it’s a recipe for some very good memories.” 

He chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re impossible.” 

“And yet, here you are,” she teased, gesturing to his thoroughly stained outfit. 

Sergio opened his mouth to retort, but a passing student interrupted them with an enthusiastic, “Señor Marquina, that was epic!” 

“Epic, huh?” Raquel echoed with a laugh. “Looks like you’re a legend now.” 

“Or a cautionary tale,” he quipped. 

As the students began helping the remaining chaperones clean up the dining cabin, Sergio caught Raquel’s eye. “Come on,” he said sheepishly, nodding toward the door. “Let’s step out for some fresh air before we get drafted into dish duty, too.” 

She didn’t need convincing. Together, they slipped outside, the crisp air immediately washing over them. They strolled a few paces away from the cabin, the sounds of laughter and clinking dishes fading into the background. 

Raquel stopped near a cluster of tall trees, leaning against one and letting out a contented sigh and chuckle. “You know, I wasn’t sure what to expect from this trip, but today…” She glanced at him with a soft smile. “Today’s been good.” 

Sergio nodded, his hands in his pockets as he looked out toward the lake shimmering in the distance. “It has been.” He glanced sideways at her, his expression thoughtful. “You’ve got a way of making chaos seem… charming.” 

“Charming?” she repeated with a raised eyebrow. “Is that your way of saying I’m trouble?” 

“Maybe,” he said, his lips twitching into a smile. “The fun kind, though.” 

Raquel laughed, her gaze lingering on him a moment longer than she intended. She felt a familiar warmth in his presence, something she couldn’t quite explain. 

Before she could respond, Sergio gestured toward the lake. “We’re a mess,” he said, indicating the dried streaks of rice and sauce still clinging to their clothes. “How about we clean up?” 

She followed his gaze, then grinned. Without a word, she kicked off her shoes and headed straight for the water. 

“Wait,” he called after her, his tone a mix of amusement and disbelief. “You’re really—” 

“Are you afraid of a little water?” she shot back, stepping into the lake with a splash.

His hesitation was brief. Shaking his head with a smile, he tugged off his shoes and socks, rolling up his trousers before wading in after her. 

 “You’re something else,” he said, the corners of his mouth twitching. 

“Oh, come on,” Raquel teased, splashing water toward him with a playful flick of her hand. 

He took one deliberate step closer, the sunlight catching on his damp glasses. Without a word, he cupped his hands and sent a wave of water right back at her. 

“Hey!” she squealed, her laughter echoing across the lake. “Uncalled for!” 

“It’s called fairness,” Sergio replied, his voice rich with amusement. 

They splashed back and forth, their laughter ringing out like music in the quiet afternoon. The water soaked their clothes, clinging to them in dark patches as they moved, the coolness a perfect counterpoint to the warmth of the sun overhead. 

Finally, breathless and dripping, they stopped, standing chest-deep in the water. Raquel smoothed her wet hair back from her face, still catching her breath. When she looked up, Sergio was watching her, his dark eyes steady and warm. 

Her heart skipped a beat as his gaze lingered, his expression unreadable but undeniably intent. 

Slowly, he reached out, brushing her cheek with his thumb. His fingers were gentle, barely grazing her skin, but the touch felt electric, a quiet moment charged with unspoken possibilities. 

“Raquel…” He murmured.

Her breath caught, and for a moment, she was acutely aware of everything—the soft rippling of the lake around them, the golden light reflecting off the water, the closeness of him. Their damp clothes. Slowly, they leaned in, ever so slightly, as if pulled by some invisible force. 

And then, from the direction of the camp, came the sound of clattering dishes and distant laughter. 

The spell broke. 

Raquel blinked, stepping back with a nervous laugh. “I… I guess we should get back...” 

Sergio smiled, a hint of reluctance in his eyes as he stepped back as well. “Right. Sure. After you…” 

She nodded, the flush on her cheeks rivaling the warmth of the afternoon sun.

As they waded out of the water, dripping and thoroughly soaked, the moment between them still hung in the air, unspoken but unmistakable. They didn’t need words to acknowledge it—it was there, shimmering like the sunlight on the lake, waiting for the right time to surface.

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Sergio’s phone vibrated insistently against the coffee table, interrupting the quiet hum of the afternoon. He glanced at the screen and sighed. Andrés. His brother didn’t understand the concept of boundaries—especially not when it came to prying into Sergio’s personal life. 

He grabbed the phone and answered. “What is it this time? Did you find another useless kitchen gadget you think I need?” 

“First of all,” Andrés began, his tone already laced with mischief, “the avocado slicer I got you is revolutionary, and you know it. Second, I’m calling because I want an update.” 

Sergio leaned back in his chair, rolling his eyes. “An update on what?” 

“Oh, don’t play dumb. Raquel. You know, the intriguing chaperone you’re camping with? The one who—what were your words—makes the world disappear when she smiles?” 

“You’ve been watching too many rom-coms,” Sergio muttered, though his lips twitched despite himself. 

Andrés let out an exaggerated sigh. “Sergio, hermano, I don’t have all day. Spill the details. Did you finally make a move, or are you still lurking in the shadows like some tragic hero?” 

Sergio shook his head, smiling faintly. “We cooked together.” 

There was a pause. Then Andrés groaned. “I swear to all that is holy, don’t tell me about recipes—” 

“Let me finish!” Sergio interrupted, his voice rising in mock indignation. He stood and began pacing the room. “We made paella. For the entire group. And it was—well, it was chaos, honestly. A student spilled food in my lap, and Raquel thought it was the funniest thing she’d ever seen.” 

Andrés chuckled on the other end. “Sounds like she has good taste.” 

“Oh, sure. Laugh it up,” Sergio said dryly. “But then I might’ve—” He hesitated, the memory bringing a reluctant smile to his face. “I started a food fight.” 

“You? Mr. Calm and Collected? I don’t believe it.” 

“Well, she sort of started it,” Sergio admitted. “I just... finished it.” 

Andrés laughed so hard that Sergio had to pull the phone away from his ear. “I would pay money to have seen that. Did anyone get it on video?” 

“Thankfully, no,” Sergio replied. “But it wasn’t just the food fight. It’s the way she was—completely unguarded, laughing with the kids like she belonged there. Like she’s... real.” 

Andrés’ laughter faded, replaced by a softer tone. “You really like her.” 

Sergio paused, his hand tightening around the phone. “It’s not that simple,” he finally said. He walked to the window, his gaze drifting over the quiet street outside. “We almost kissed,” he murmured after a long pause. 

Andrés’ voice was quiet but eager. “Almost?” 

Sergio nodded, even though his brother couldn’t see him. “At the lake. The kids were back at the cabins and somehow, we ended up in the water. Fully clothed.” 

Andrés let out a low whistle. “Now we’re getting somewhere. Keep going.” 

“We were just messing around,” Sergio continued, the memory vivid in his mind. He could still feel the cool water on his skin and hear her laugh echoing in the air. “And then… things slowed down. She was standing there, the water dripping off her hair, and—” 

“And what?” Andrés prodded. 

Sergio exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. “We were close. Too close. I was sure it was going to happen—” 

“But?” 

“But we heard noises coming from the cabins,” Sergio said with a frustrated laugh. “Kids being kids. It snapped us both out of it.” 

Andrés groaned audibly. “So, let me get this straight. You had a literal romantic moment straight out of a movie—splashing in the lake, almost kissing, the whole works—and you let a bunch of noisy kids ruin it?” 

“Because it’s not just about me,” Sergio said, his voice firm. “If this doesn’t work out, it’s not just my feelings on the line. Raquel has Paula to think about, and I have a responsibility as their teacher. If I mess this up, it could be a disaster.” 

“Or,” Andrés said, his voice pointed, “it could be the best thing that’s ever happened to either of you.” 

Sergio sighed, running a hand through his hair. “You don’t understand. Every time I’m near her, it’s like there’s this pull. Like gravity. And I can’t stop thinking about her, but...” 

“But what?” 

“What if I can’t be what she needs?” Sergio asked quietly. “What if I hurt her—or worse, Paula—because I don’t know how to handle this?” 

Andrés was silent for a moment. Then he said, “Do you know what your problem is?” 

“Enlighten me.” 

“You’re so scared of falling that you won’t even let yourself take the first step,” Andrés said. “You’re overthinking everything, as usual. But life isn’t a math problem, Sergio. Sometimes you just have to leap and hope the net appears.” 

Sergio’s jaw tightened, his brother’s words hitting closer to home than he wanted to admit. 

“You’re not perfect,” Andrés continued. “No one is. But from everything you’ve told me, this woman sounds like someone who doesn’t expect you to be. Maybe she just wants you to show up. To try.” 

Sergio leaned against the windowsill, staring out at the world beyond. “What if it’s not enough?” 

“And what if it’s more than enough?” Andrés countered. 

The line went quiet, the weight of the conversation settling over them. 

“You don’t have to have all the answers right now,” Andrés said finally. “But don’t let fear make the decision for you. She sounds special, hermano. Don’t let her slip through your fingers because you’re too scared to reach out.” 

Sergio closed his eyes, his brother’s words swirling in his mind. 

“I’ll think about it,” he said softly. 

“Good,” Andrés replied, his voice warm. “And when you finally make a move, I expect a full report.” 

Sergio smiled despite himself. “Thanks, Andrés.” 

“That’s what brothers are for.” 

As the call ended, Sergio stood by the window, the phone still in his hand. His brother’s words lingered, a mix of challenge and encouragement. 

What if Andrés was right? What if this pull toward Raquel was something worth risking everything for? 

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The warm aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the small kitchen area of the main cabin. Raquel poured two steaming cups and set them on the table, her mind drifting back to the lake.

Across the room, Mónica strolled in, brushing crumbs off her jeans. “You better have a good reason for dragging me away from the chaos outside,” she teased, sliding into a chair. 

Raquel chuckled, setting the sugar bowl down. “You needed a break anyway.” 

Mónica gave a mock sigh. “True. Chaperoning is no joke. Cynthia and Paula are angels, but some of these kids? They’ve got energy reserves I don’t understand.” 

Raquel sat across from her, cradling her mug. For a moment, the two women enjoyed the rare quiet, punctuated only by the faint sound of children’s laughter from outside. 

Mónica tilted her head, studying Raquel with narrowed eyes. “You’ve got that look.” 

“What look?” 

“The ‘I have a secret but don’t know if I should spill it’ look.” 

Raquel hesitated, her fingers tracing the rim of her mug. “It’s… nothing.” 

Mónica’s eyebrows shot up. “Nothing? Raquel Murillo, you’re terrible at hiding ‘nothing.’ Spill. Is it about Paula? The camp? Or… someone?” 

Raquel groaned, burying her face in her hands. “Fine. But you have to promise not to make a big deal out of it.” 

“Deal.” 

She peeked at her friend through her fingers. “It’s about Sergio.” 

Mónica’s grin was instant. “Sergio, huh? I knew it! What happened? Did he say something? Did you say something? Oh God, did you kiss him?” 

“Almost,” Raquel admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. 

Mónica gasped, leaning forward like she was watching a scene of her favorite drama show. “Almost? Details. Now.” 

Taking a deep breath, Raquel recounted the moment at the lake—the way he’d joined her in the water, the gentle way he had brushed her cheek, the world fading as they drew closer. She finished with the interruption that had snapped them back to reality. 

When she finished, Mónica sat back, a dreamy expression on her face. “That’s straight out of a romance novel.” 

Raquel huffed, taking a sip of coffee. “It’s complicated. I don’t know what to do. He’s Paula’s teacher, for one. And…” 

“And?” 

Raquel hesitated, then shrugged. “I’m not sure if I’m ready for this. For him. After everything I’ve been through, it feels… fast.” 

Mónica reached across the table, placing a comforting hand on Raquel’s. “Listen, I get it. After what you went through with Paula’s father, it’s normal to feel hesitant. But Sergio Marquina? He’s not that man. He’s thoughtful, kind, and—if I may say so—head over heels for you.” 

Raquel’s cheeks flushed. “You don’t know that.” 

“Oh, please.” Mónica rolled her eyes. “The way he looks at you? He’s not exactly subtle. Plus, you wouldn’t be this tied up in knots if you didn’t feel something too.” 

Raquel sighed. “I do feel something. But what if I’m wrong? What if it’s just… infatuation?” 

Mónica leaned back, her gaze softening. “There’s only one way to find out. Talk to him. Be honest about where you’re at. If he’s as good a man as I think he is, he’ll understand.” 

Raquel considered this, her fingers tightening around her mug. “What if it doesn’t work out?” 

“Then at least you’ll know. But Raquel, you deserve this. And from what I’ve seen, he makes you smile.” 

A smile tugged at Raquel’s lips despite herself. “He does.” 

Mónica grinned, raising her mug in a mock toast. “Then here’s to taking chances. Who knows? This might just be the start of something amazing.” 

Raquel clinked her mug against Mónica’s, her heart a little lighter. Maybe her friend was right. Maybe it was time to take a leap of faith.

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The afternoon sun filtered through the trees, casting dappled light onto the campground as the kids scattered around for free play. Some were playing tag, others sat in clusters trading stories and snacks, while a few explored the paths leading deeper into the forest. Raquel leaned against the porch railing of the main cabin, sipping the last of her coffee and watching Paula chat with Cynthia near a wooden swing. Her daughter’s laugh drifted through the air—a sound Raquel never tired of hearing. 

“She’s come out of her shell a lot since we got here,” Mónica said, standing beside her. 

Raquel smiled. “She has, hasn’t she? This trip might be just what she needed after all the chaos in her life.” 

Suddenly, a commotion drew their attention. A small group of kids had gathered near the base of a tree, their excited chatter rising above the usual hum of activity. Raquel noticed a boy, Miguel, standing frozen near the tree, his face pale and his body rigid with fear. 

Paula was the first to approach him. 

Raquel watched her intently.

Paula crouched slightly, tilting her head to meet Miguel’s gaze. He didn’t respond, just kept staring up at the low branch where a large beetle sat, its iridescent shell glinting in the sunlight. 

“It’s just a bug,” one of the boys teased, laughing. 

“Yeah, Miguel, don’t be such a baby!” another chimed in. 

Miguel’s shoulders hunched, his eyes darting nervously between the beetle and the kids around him. 

Paula straightened, her voice clear but gentle. “Hey, stop it. Leave him alone.” 

The boys exchanged a glance, then shrugged and backed off, grumbling as they walked away. 

Paula turned back to Miguel, her tone soft. “Are you scared of bugs?” 

He nodded slightly, his small hands clenched into fists at his sides. 

“It’s okay,” Paula said. “I used to be scared of them too. But look—this one isn’t scary. It’s actually really cool.” 

She stepped closer to the tree, keeping her movements slow. Miguel watched her intently, his fear warring with curiosity. Paula extended her hand carefully, letting the beetle crawl onto her palm. 

“It won’t hurt you,” she said, her voice calm and steady. “See? It’s just exploring.” She turned to Miguel, holding out her hand. “You can touch it if you want, but only if you’re ready.” 

Raquel felt her throat tighten as she watched. Paula was so composed, so patient—a natural leader in that moment. 

Miguel hesitated, then reached out tentatively. His finger brushed the beetle’s shell, and his eyes widened. “It’s… smooth.” 

Paula grinned. “Yeah, and look how shiny it is. Like it’s wearing armor.” 

Miguel’s lips curled into a small smile. “It’s kind of cool.” 

“Exactly,” Paula said, gently transferring the beetle back onto the tree. “And now it’s back where it belongs.” 

The crowd around them dissipated as quickly as it had gathered, the other kids moving on to their own activities. Miguel stayed by Paula’s side, his earlier fear replaced by admiration. 

“Thanks, Paula,” he said quietly. 

“No problem.” She patted his shoulder, then walked back toward the swing where Cynthia was waiting. 

Raquel felt a swell of pride so strong it nearly brought tears to her eyes. “Did you see that?” she whispered to Mónica. 

“I did,” Mónica said with a smile. “She’s incredible, Raquel. That was all her.” 

Paula reached the swing, glancing up at her mom. Raquel waved, and Paula waved back, her smile bright and confident. 

Raquel turned to Mónica, her voice thick with emotion. “My baby girl is growing up.” 

“And becoming one heck of a young woman,” Mónica said. 

Raquel couldn’t agree more. For all her worries, it was moments like this that reminded her Paula was stronger than she’d ever imagined and that maybe she’d be fine after all.

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The sky above the camp was painted in shades of deep purple and burnt orange as the sun dipped below the horizon. The first stars began to peek through the velvet canopy, their faint glimmers mirrored by the glow of the crackling campfire. The warmth of the flames warded off the encroaching chill of the evening, and the soft murmur of the surrounding forest added a sense of magic to the gathering. 

The kids were already seated on the logs arranged in a loose circle around the fire, their laughter echoing through the clearing as they eagerly passed around bags of marshmallows, chocolate squares, and graham crackers. Cynthia and Paula sat side by side, their faces lit with joy as they debated the proper technique for roasting the perfect marshmallow. 

“Golden brown,” Paula insisted, holding her stick carefully over the flames. 

“No way, crispy edges are the best!” Cynthia declared, her marshmallow already a ball of charred sugar. 

Raquel sat a few feet away, a small smile tugging at her lips as she watched the scene. The flickering firelight cast a warm glow on her features, and she felt a rare moment of serenity wash over her. Beside her, Mónica was busy trying to keep a group of kids from setting their marshmallows ablaze. 

Sergio appeared moments later, carrying a thermos and a tray of extra supplies. His sleeves were rolled up, and the firelight danced in the lenses of his glasses, giving him an almost storybook-like quality. 

“More marshmallows?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at the chaos unfolding by the fire. 

“Always more marshmallows,” Raquel replied, her tone light. “It’s like a law of nature.” 

He chuckled, setting the tray down on a nearby stump. “Duly noted.” 

As the group settled into the rhythm of roasting, stacking, and devouring s’mores, the air buzzed with a mixture of excitement and contentment. Mónica leaned over to Raquel, whispering just loud enough for her to hear, “You know, he keeps looking at you.” 

Raquel shot her friend a playful glare, but the warmth creeping up her cheeks betrayed her. “Stop it.” 

“I’m just saying,” Mónica said with a grin before turning her attention back to the kids. 

Sergio, oblivious to their exchange, had taken a seat on the log opposite Raquel. He was helping Miguel assemble his s’more, demonstrating how to balance the gooey marshmallow without it sliding off. Paula, watching from nearby, couldn’t resist teasing. 

“Senor Marquina, you’re supposed to let us figure it out ourselves. Isn’t that the whole point of team building?” she quipped. 

Laughter rippled through the group, and Sergio held up his hands in mock surrender. “Fair enough, Paula. I’ll leave you all to your culinary experiments.” 

Raquel’s eyes met his across the fire. The flickering light danced between them, and Sergio’s lips curved into a small smile, as if he, too, felt the quiet pull of the moment. 

Before she could dwell on it, one of the students called out, “Can we play a game of charades?”

The kids erupted in cheers, and even the adults nodded enthusiastically. Sergio grabbed a small bag filled with folded pieces of paper. “We’ll split into two teams. Each team will take turns guessing while one person acts out or mimes the word they pick. No speaking allowed—just gestures. Sound good?” 

“Let’s do this!” Cynthia cheered, dragging Paula to her feet. 

The group quickly divided into two teams. Paula and Cynthia ended up on the same team as Mónica and Raquel, while Sergio joined Miguel and several of the other kids. 

First up was Miguel, who drew a piece of paper and frowned at it. He slowly mimed holding a steering wheel, turning it dramatically left and right. 

“Car!” shouted one of the kids. 

“No, truck!” 

“Taxi?” 

Miguel shook his head vigorously, mimicking the motion of shifting gears. 

“Racecar!” Paula finally called out, and Miguel nodded with relief as his team cheered. 

Next was Cynthia, who dramatically flapped her arms and wobbled in place like a penguin on ice. Her exaggerated movements sent the group into peals of laughter. 

“Bird!” 

“Chicken?” 

“No! Penguin!” Paula yelled, clapping her hands. 

Raquel’s turn came next, and she grinned as she unfolded her paper. Taking a deep breath, she crouched low and began moving stealthily, as if creeping through a dark forest. 

“Thief!” 

“Spy?” 

“Robber!” 

“Cat burglar!” Sergio shouted, his laughter carrying over the others, and Raquel pointed at him in triumph. 

When it was Sergio’s turn, he picked his paper and hesitated before standing stiffly, one arm raised in a mechanical wave. His jerky movements drew puzzled expressions at first, but soon the kids caught on. 

“Robot!” Miguel called, and Sergio nodded, grinning. 

The game continued with increasingly elaborate performances. Mónica pretended to lasso an invisible horse, sending Cynthia into fits of giggles. Paula got up and acted out a ballerina with twirls so earnest that even the boys on the other team clapped. 

But it was Raquel and Sergio who stole the show when Sergio acted out “dog,” crawling on all fours and barking dramatically, while Raquel laughed so hard she could barely guess the word. 

“You’re surprisingly good at this,” she teased when he returned to his seat. 

“Years of practice,” Sergio replied, his expression playful. 

By the time the final round ended, the campfire circle was alive with chatter and laughter. 

With marshmallow sticks discarded and bellies full, the group sank into a cozy lull, though the laughter still echoed. Raquel caught herself watching Sergio as he congratulated Miguel on his charade skills. There was a lightness about him tonight, a spark she hadn’t noticed before. 

“You’re staring,” Mónica whispered, nudging her. 

“I’m not,” Raquel replied, though her pink cheeks gave her away. 

“Sure you aren’t,” Mónica said, smirking. 

As the laughter from the charades game faded, Sergio stood and clapped his hands together, drawing everyone’s attention. “Alright, since we’ve already tested our acting skills, how about we try something a little... spookier?” 

The group murmured in curiosity, and Paula’s eyes widened. “Ghost stories?” she asked softly. 

Sergio nodded, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Exactly. Who’s brave enough to start?” 

Cynthia immediately raised her hand, brimming with excitement. “I know one! It’s about the haunted attic in my grandma’s house. She says it’s cursed!” 

She launched into a dramatic tale, her hands gesturing wildly as she described the creaking floorboards, the mysterious shadows, and the cold gusts of air that would come from nowhere. 

The kids were riveted, their faces illuminated by the golden glow of the campfire. When Cynthia finished, she added a loud “Boo!” that made a few of the kids yelp and clutch each other. 

Mónica laughed. “Nice one, Cynthia! Anyone else?” 

Another student shared a story about a cursed hiking trail, and soon, tales were spilling out from every corner of the group. Some were genuinely eerie, while others were more funny than frightening. 

When it came time for Sergio, the group fell silent in anticipation. He leaned forward, his glasses catching the firelight, and spoke in a low, deliberate voice. “Have you ever heard of “La Dama del Lago”?” 

A collective murmur rippled through the group. 

“It’s an old tale,” Sergio continued, his tone carrying just the right amount of gravitas. “She’s said to appear by the water on nights just like this one—when the moon is high and the air is still. They say she was a woman who once lived in these woods, waiting for her love to return. But when he never came, her sorrow turned her into something... else.” 

Raquel, despite herself, felt a shiver run down her spine. Sergio had a knack for storytelling, and the way he paused at just the right moments kept everyone on edge. 

“Legend says,” he added, his voice dropping even lower, “if you hear the sound of soft weeping near the lake, it means she’s close, searching for someone to join her.” 

The silence that followed was thick, broken only by the crackle of the fire. One of the younger kids huddled closer to their chaperone, whispering nervously. 

“That’s enough of that!” Mónica interjected, waving her hand. “I’m not sleeping near the lake tonight, thank you very much!” 

The group burst into laughter, the tension lifting as quickly as it had settled. 

Raquel glanced at Sergio, raising an eyebrow. “You’ve clearly missed your calling as a horror novelist.” 

He chuckled softly. “What can I say? I like keeping people on their toes.” 

As the storytelling wound down, the group began to settle into a quieter rhythm. Some of the younger kids leaned against their chaperones, fighting off yawns, while others poked at the dying embers with sticks. 

Paula curled up beside Raquel, resting her head on her mother’s shoulder. Raquel brushed a hand through her daughter’s hair, feeling a warm sense of contentment. 

“It’s been a good day,” Raquel said softly, more to herself than anyone else. 

Mónica, sitting nearby, caught her words and smiled. “And it’s not over yet. Nights like these are where the real memories are made.” 

Sergio, still tending to the fire, glanced over at Raquel. “Sometimes the quiet moments are the ones that stay with you,” he said quietly.

Raquel met his gaze across the flickering light.

“You’re full of surprises tonight, aren’t you?” she said, her voice tinged with amusement. 

“Only on occasion,” he replied with a small smile. 

The peaceful hum of the camp settled around them, and the connection between Raquel and Sergio lingered unspoken, like a gentle undercurrent in the air.

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The campfire had long since dwindled to glowing embers, casting faint flickers of orange and gold across the clearing. The children had trudged off to their cabins, full of laughter and yawns, and even Mónica had retreated, winking at Raquel before leaving her behind with Sergio. 

Now, it was just the two of them, sitting side by side on a weathered log, their knees brushing occasionally as they leaned closer to the dim warmth of the fire. The world around them was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of leaves and the soft chirping of crickets. 

Sergio glanced up at the sky, his glasses reflecting the pinpricks of stars. “You forget how endless it feels,” he said, his voice low. “Living in the city, you don’t really see this.” 

Raquel followed his gaze, taking in the dazzling canvas above them. “It’s beautiful,” she murmured. “It makes you feel so small, doesn’t it?” 

He nodded, his gaze dropping back to her. “But maybe that’s a good thing. Puts everything in perspective.” 

She smiled softly, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “You’re more philosophical than I expected.” 

“Only after midnight,” he said with a small chuckle, earning a laugh from her in return. 

They fell into a comfortable silence, the kind that felt less like absence and more like understanding. Finally, Raquel spoke. 

“What were you like as a kid?” she asked, turning slightly to face him. “I remember you said you were shy but…”

Sergio tilted his head, considering. “Too shy, probably,” he admitted. “I was the kind of kid who spent recess reading in the library, the kind who got excited about math competitions.” 

Raquel laughed. “That doesn’t surprise me at all. Were you top of your class too?” 

“Most of the time,” he said, his lips twitching into a sheepish smile. “But it wasn’t all smooth sailing. I struggled with anything that wasn’t... logical. Art, music, anything where the rules were fluid. It frustrated me.” 

She nodded thoughtfully. “I can see that. But I bet you found your way eventually.” 

“I did. Eventually.” He looked at her, his expression softening. “What about you, Detective?” 

Raquel leaned back, a wistful smile playing on her lips. “Oh, I was the opposite of you. Loud, a little reckless... I got into trouble more often than I’d care to admit.” 

“Now that,” Sergio said, raising an eyebrow, “I find hard to believe.” 

“It’s true,” she insisted, laughing. “I once climbed onto the roof of my school on a dare. My best friend and I thought we were invincible. That is, until the principal caught us trying to climb back down.” 

He chuckled, the sound warm and genuine. “I can picture it.” 

“Right?” she teased, “I’ve mellowed out a bit since then though.” 

“I don’t know,” he replied, his gaze lingering on her. “I think that spirit is still there.” 

Her breath hitched slightly at the intensity in his eyes, and the air between them seemed to shift, becoming something quieter, deeper. 

“Maybe,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. 

They sat like that for a moment, the space between them seeming to dissolve. Then, almost instinctively, they leaned toward each other. The faint glow of the embers painted their faces in soft hues as Sergio reached up, cupping her cheek softly. 

“Raquel,” he said, her name falling from his lips like a revelation. 

A shiver ran down her spine at the way he said it. 

She closed her eyes, her heart pounding in her chest, as their lips met in a brief, tender kiss. It was soft, unhurried, and filled with a quiet longing that neither of them had dared to acknowledge until now. 

When they pulled back, the spell lingered.

Raquel felt the warmth of his touch even as the kiss had ended, her heart pounding so loudly she was sure Sergio could hear it. The kiss had been so brief yet so utterly disarming, it left her in a haze. 

A tangle of emotions flooded her—surprise, elation, nervousness. She had spent so long keeping her guard up, especially since moving to Barcelona. Romance wasn’t on her agenda, nor was opening herself up to someone new. And yet, here she was, feeling an undeniable pull toward a man who, just days ago, had been nothing more than Paula’s reserved teacher. 

What did this mean? What would this mean? 

She leaned back slightly, a soft smile playing on her lips as her fingers grazed them unconsciously, the memory of the kiss lingering like a whispered secret. Her stomach swirled with a mixture of exhilaration and fear. He’d called her Raquel again, and the way he said it... it was as if he had unlocked a part of her she wasn’t ready to confront. 

“I...” Sergio began, his voice tentative, as if he, too, was grappling with what had just happened. 

Raquel’s breath caught as she opened her eyes slowly, looking straight into his. She wanted him to speak, to fill the heavy silence with something that would make this less terrifyingly real—or maybe more. But the words caught in his throat, and before either of them could process what to say, a sharp rustling sound broke the moment. 

The noise was sudden, harsh against the delicate quiet of the night. Raquel startled, her thoughts scattering as she whipped her head toward the woods. 

“Did you hear that?” she asked, her voice softer than she intended, though her heart was thudding harder now for an entirely different reason. 

“Probably just an animal,” Sergio replied, though his tone was calm in a way that betrayed his own unease. 

Raquel laughed, the sound escaping her like a nervous exhale. The spell between them had been shattered, again, but the emotions it had left behind were anything but gone. She glanced at him, catching the faint tension in his expression, and felt a warmth she couldn’t explain. 

“Maybe it’s a sign,” she quipped, her smile uneven but genuine. 

“A sign for what?” Sergio asked, his brow quirking. 

“That we shouldn’t get taken by La Dama del Lago tonight,” she teased, trying to lighten the mood, though her chest still felt tight. 

He chuckled, and the sound eased some of her tension. 

As they walked back toward their cabins, the quiet stretched between them, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. If anything, it felt charged, like a thread had been pulled taut between them, and neither was ready to let it go. 

Raquel’s mind raced with questions she didn’t yet have the courage to ask. But amid the swirl of uncertainty, one thing was clear—something had shifted between them tonight. And though she wasn’t sure where it would lead, the thought of exploring it both thrilled and terrified her. 

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The morning sun filtered through the curtains of the cabin, casting warm streaks of light over the room. Mónica was sitting cross-legged on her bed, a steaming mug of coffee in her hand and her hair tied in a loose bun. She looked over at Raquel, who was pacing back and forth in the cramped space, clutching her own mug as if it were a lifeline. 

“Okay,” Mónica said finally, breaking the silence, “you’re going to wear out the floorboards. Just spit it out, Raquel.” 

Raquel stopped mid-step, biting her lip. “It’s complicated.” 

“Oh, please.” Mónica rolled her eyes and leaned back against the wall. “I know that look. It’s not complicated; it’s juicy. Out with it.” 

Raquel sighed, her cheeks flushing as she perched on the edge of the bunk opposite Mónica. “Last night... Sergio and I...” 

Mónica’s eyes lit up like a child on Christmas morning. “Oh my god, what? Tell me everything!” 

Raquel groaned, burying her face in her hands. “We kissed, okay?” 

The words hung in the air for a moment before Mónica gasped dramatically, slapping her hand against her leg. “Raquel Murillo! You kissed him? Or did he kiss you?” 

“It just... happened!” Raquel blurted, lifting her head. “We were talking by the fire after everyone went to bed, and there was this moment, and... I don’t know. It felt—” 

“Perfect?” Mónica interrupted, her grin widening. 

Raquel frowned. “Terrifying.” 

Mónica snorted. “You’re impossible. A handsome, intelligent man who clearly adores you kisses you under the stars, and you call it terrifying?” 

“Yes, because...” Raquel hesitated, searching for the right words. “Because it’s been years since I’ve even thought about someone like this. And Sergio—he’s... he’s not the kind of man you kiss on a whim, you know? He’s thoughtful and serious and—” 

“And totally smitten by you,” Mónica interjected, leaning forward. “And you clearly like him too.” 

Raquel’s silence was all the confirmation Mónica needed. 

“Look, amiga,” Mónica said, her tone softening, “you can’t run from this. If you’re scared, that’s fine. But you owe it to yourself—and to him—to figure out what this is.” 

Raquel groaned again, sinking lower on the bed. “Why are you always right?” 

“Because I’m a genius,” Mónica said smugly. “And because I know you. You’re overthinking this. Just talk to him, Raquel. Trust me, the man probably hasn’t stopped replaying that kiss in his head.” 

Raquel laughed despite herself, the tension easing from her shoulders. “You really think so?” 

“I know so,” Mónica replied confidently. “Now, drink your coffee and pull yourself together.” 

Raquel threw a pillow at her friend, laughing as it hit Mónica square in the face. But as she sipped her coffee, her mind wandered back to the campfire, to Sergio’s voice saying her name, and to the unspoken questions lingering between them. 

Mónica was right. They needed to talk.

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Sergio leaned against the small kitchen counter in the cabin, coffee cup in one hand, his phone in the other and pressed to his ear, Andrés' familiar voice buzzing on the other end. 

“Back-to-back calls with my brother? Either you’ve fallen in love or you’ve won the lottery. Which is it?” Andrés teased. 

Sergio chuckled, rolling his eyes at the comment. “Neither, though I’m starting to regret calling you now.” 

“Oh, please. You called for a reason,” Andrés quipped. “Out with it. Did you and your mystery woman finally kiss, or is this just another session of ‘What If: The Sergio Special’?” 

Sergio exhaled, his breath visible in the cool morning air. “We kissed,” he admitted, the words coming out softer than he expected. 

There was a beat of silence before Andrés let out a loud whoop. “It’s about time! Tell me everything—where, when, how? I want details, hermano.” 

Sergio couldn’t suppress his grin, though his cheeks flushed as if Andrés could see him. “It was last night. After the campfire. Everyone had gone to bed, but Raquel and I stayed back. We were just... talking.” 

“Talking,” Andrés repeated, drawing the word out. “Very romantic.” 

“It was,” Sergio defended. “She was telling me about her childhood, how she grew up. I don’t know, Andrés. Something about the way she opened up—” 

“Made your heart go pitter-patter?” Andrés cut in with a laugh. 

Sergio sighed but laughed along. “It was different. Like we weren’t just two adults sitting there—we were two people really seeing each other, you know?” 

Andrés hummed thoughtfully. “I see.” 

Ignoring the comment, Sergio pressed on. “Then, I told her about myself growing up—” 

“That’s big for you,” Andrés noted. “You don’t open up easily.” 

“I know,” Sergio admitted. “But with her, it’s... easy. Natural.” 

Andrés paused, then his voice took on a teasing lilt. “And then?” 

Sergio smirked despite himself. “And then the fire died down, and we were just sitting there, close, in the quiet. I leaned in, and she didn’t pull back. It was—” He hesitated, searching for the right words. 

“Perfect? Magical? Like something out of a rom-com?” Andrés offered dramatically. 

“Shut up,” Sergio said, laughing. “It was just... right. For a moment, everything made sense. Then, of course, the forest had to ruin it.” 

“The forest?” 

Sergio groaned. “A noise came from the trees—probably an animal. It startled us, and the moment was gone.” 

“Nooo,” Andrés groaned exaggeratedly. “You’ve got the worst luck, hermano. So, what happened after that? Did you two talk about it?” 

Sergio shook his head, though Andrés couldn’t see him. “No, she went to her cabin. But the way she looked at me before leaving...” His voice trailed off, a wistful note sneaking in. 

Andrés seized on it instantly. “She’s got you hooked, Sergio. I can hear it in your voice. So, what’s the problem now?” 

“I don’t know what to do next,” Sergio admitted, his tone shifting. “I don’t want to rush her, and I don’t want to mess this up. What if it’s too soon? What if—” 

“Stop,” Andrés interjected. “First of all, don’t overthink this. You’re good at a lot of things, but relationships? Not exactly your strong suit.” 

“Thanks for the confidence boost,” Sergio said dryly. 

“I’m being serious,” Andrés said, his tone softening. “You’re both adults, and clearly there’s something between you. Don’t let your own doubts or fears get in the way. Take it one step at a time, like you said before.” 

Sergio leaned his head back against a cupboard, staring up at the ceiling. “You think I should talk to her?” 

“Of course! Communication is key, hermano,” Andrés replied. “Tell her how you feel, ask her where she stands. Worst-case scenario, you find out you’re not on the same page. Best-case scenario...” 

Sergio let out a dry laugh. “Best-case scenario, what?” 

Andrés grinned on his end of the line. “You end up like Mom and Dad—bickering over breakfast but totally in love.” 

Sergio rolled his eyes. “You’re impossible.” 

“And you’re smitten. Just go for it, Sergio. Life’s too short to wonder what might have been.” 

Sergio sighed, a mix of exasperation and gratitude. “Thanks, Andrés.” 

“Anytime. And hey,” Andrés added, his voice turning mischievous, “when this works out, I expect to be the best man at the wedding.” 

Sergio laughed, shaking his head. “Goodbye, Andrés.” 

“Call me with updates!” his brother called out before the line went dead. 

Sergio slipped his phone into his pocket, a faint smile lingering on his lips. As much as Andrés could drive him crazy, his words resonated. Maybe it was time to stop overthinking and just... take a chance. 

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The sun hung high in the sky, its golden rays cutting through the cool shadows of the trees as Sergio stood at the center of the clearing, commanding attention with his characteristic charm. His voice carried easily over the gathered students, who buzzed with excitement at what was to come. 

“All right, listen up!” he called, his arms wide to calm the chatter. “This is your chance to show off your brains and your teamwork. Each group has a list of riddles. Solve them, and they’ll lead you to hidden items scattered around the campgrounds. First team to finish wins bragging rights—and maybe a little something extra.” He winked, earning a chorus of cheers and groans. 

Raquel stood off to the side, watching him with a mixture of admiration and amusement. His natural ability to inspire excitement was undeniable, and the kids seemed to hang on his every word. 

“She’s ready,” Mónica said, sidling up next to Raquel. 

Raquel followed Mónica’s gaze to Paula, who was already rallying her team like a seasoned general, her eyes sparkling with determination. 

“She is,” Raquel agreed, her heart swelling with pride. “Let’s hope she doesn’t lose steam halfway through.” 

“She’s got it in her,” Mónica said with confidence. Then, her voice took on a teasing edge. “Speaking of leadership... looks like your camp buddy is winning over hearts as usual.” 

Raquel rolled her eyes at Mónica’s pointed glance toward Sergio. “He’s just good at what he does,” she said, trying to sound casual. 

“Uh-huh,” Mónica said, smirking knowingly. 

The scavenger hunt erupted into a flurry of activity, with groups of students scattering in all directions, their clue sheets clutched tightly in their hands. The chaperones trailed behind, moving easily through the campgrounds as they offered occasional guidance to struggling teams. 

At one point, Raquel couldn’t help but tease Sergio, “You made these riddles too hard. Half of them are clueless!” 

“Hard? Please,” Sergio replied, feigning offense. “They’re supposed to make them think.” 

“Think, or tear their hair out?” she countered, her lips curling into a smile. 

Sergio grinned, shrugging dramatically. “Torture builds character.” 

Raquel laughed, shaking her head as they walked toward the lake, where Paula’s group was working on their next clue. 

“It says, ‘Where water hides and the sun can’t see, look beneath for a hidden key,’” Paula read aloud, her voice steady and commanding. 

Raquel watched as her daughter scanned the area, her sharp gaze landing on an overturned canoe by the water’s edge. 

“It’s under there,” Paula said decisively, gesturing for her teammates to help. 

A few minutes of scrambling later, they triumphantly uncovered a small key wrapped in plastic. Their cheers rang out, Paula beaming with pride as her team celebrated. 

“She’s good,” Sergio said, his voice warm as he watched the scene unfold. “She’s got natural leadership.” 

“She does,” Raquel murmured, her chest tight with pride. 

As Paula’s group moved on, Sergio and Raquel lingered by the water. The students were well ahead now, leaving the lakeside quiet except for the occasional birdcall and the soft rustling of the trees. 

Sergio glanced at Raquel, the playful ease of the scavenger hunt giving way to a quieter intensity. His dark eyes softened, his expression thoughtful, almost hesitant. “About last night…” he began, his voice a low murmur that barely carried over the rustling leaves. 

Raquel’s breath hitched. The weight of his words, the way they hovered between them, sent a shiver through her—not of cold, but anticipation. Slowly, she turned to face him, her chest tightening as their gazes locked. His expression was open yet guarded, and she could feel the gravity of what he wasn’t yet saying. 

She inhaled deeply, steadying herself, before speaking. “We don’t have to figure it all out here,” she said softly. Her voice was warm, laced with a quiet certainty, though she could feel her heart pounding. “There’s... something. I can feel it. But this camp, the kids—it’s not the place to try to make sense of it all.” 

For a moment, Sergio didn’t reply, his gaze flickering over her face as if searching for an answer, or perhaps the courage to find one. Then, tentatively, he reached out, his fingers brushing against hers before gently taking her hand in his. The contact was electric, sending a ripple of warmth up her arm, and for a fleeting moment, the rest of the world faded. 

Raquel looked down at their entwined hands, her breath catching as she took in the contrast—the strength of his grip, steady but not overpowering, and the way her own hand fit so easily into his. Time seemed to slow as her gaze lifted back to his, her chest tightening further at the intensity she saw there. 

“I just—” Sergio paused, his voice faltering slightly. His thumb moved in a small, unconscious motion across the back of her hand, grounding her even as her thoughts swirled. “I don’t want you to think I regret it. Because I don’t.” 

His words, spoken so earnestly, hung between them like a fragile bridge. Raquel’s heart swelled, a mixture of relief and something deeper flooding through her. She gave his hand a gentle squeeze, the gesture as much for her as it was for him. 

Her lips curved into a soft, sincere smile, her eyes shining with unspoken emotion. “I don’t either,” she whispered, her voice steady despite the whirlwind inside her. 

They stood there, holding each other’s gaze, their hands still joined. The air between them was charged yet calm, a delicate balance of unspoken promises and shared understanding. The moment stretched, quiet but profoundly meaningful, until the distant sound of laughter from the students pulled them back to the present. 

Raquel gently slipped her hand free, though the warmth of his touch lingered. “We should probably catch up,” she said, her tone light but her eyes betraying the depth of what they’d just shared. 

Sergio nodded, a small smile playing on his lips as he fell into step beside her. Though they said nothing more, the air between them was filled with a quiet, unspoken connection—one that neither the camp nor the chaos of life could erase. 

The rest of the hunt unfolded with bursts of laughter and triumphant shouts as the students solved clues and uncovered hidden treasures. Raquel and Sergio drifted from group to group, offering hints and encouragement while sharing their own quiet moments of connection. 

When the final clue was solved and the hunt concluded, the students gathered in the main clearing, their faces flushed with excitement. Paula’s group came in second place, but she didn’t seem to mind, chatting animatedly with her teammates as they headed back to the cabins. 

Raquel and Sergio followed at a leisurely pace, their steps falling into an easy rhythm. 

“You know,” Raquel said with a teasing smile, “for someone who claims these riddles aren’t hard, you sure gave out a lot of hints.” 

“Guidance,” Sergio corrected, grinning. “Big difference.” 

Raquel shook her head, laughing softly. “If you say so.” 

Their banter trailed off as they walked, the playful energy between them giving way to something quieter but just as significant. Sergio glanced at her, his eyes warm, and for a fleeting moment, Raquel felt the tension from the previous night lingering in the air, unspoken but not unnoticed.

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The final night of camp arrived cloaked in a serene hush. Stars punctuated the inky sky, their light mirrored by the flickering glow of the campfire. Raquel sat with the other chaperones, the warmth of the flames licking her cheeks as the students gathered in a semicircle, their faces alight with anticipation. 

“Tonight,” Sergio began, standing at the center of the group, his voice calm and resonant, “we’re going to do something a little different. This weekend has been about teamwork, growth, and discovery. So, I’d like us to take a moment to share something meaningful—a moment, a thought, or even a feeling that’s stayed with you during our time here.” 

The children exchanged glances, some shy, others eager. Raquel’s heart swelled as she saw Paula sitting cross-legged next to Cynthia, her posture poised yet relaxed. 

“I can start,” Sergio offered, crouching near the fire. The flames cast dancing shadows across his face, making his expression both gentle and strong. 

“When I was your age,” he said, his tone reflective, “I wasn’t always confident. I used to think that failing at something meant I wasn’t good enough. But I had a teacher who taught me that every stumble was a chance to learn and grow. That lesson stuck with me, and it’s why I wanted to become a teacher—to help others see their potential, even when they doubt themselves.” 

The students listened intently, and Raquel felt the sincerity in his words settle over the group like a warm blanket. 

After Sergio’s story, a few other students shared their thoughts. One boy talked about conquering his fear of heights during the hike, while a girl tearfully thanked her friends for encouraging her when she felt homesick. 

Then, Paula stood. Raquel’s breath caught, her hands instinctively gripping her knees. 

“My mom always says I’m stronger than I think I am,” Paula began, her voice soft but steady. “But I didn’t really believe her until this weekend. When we were hiking and helping each other, I realized she’s right. I can be brave. And... I’m proud of myself for trying.” 

Raquel’s eyes blurred as she clapped along with the others. Pride surged through her chest, mingling with gratitude for the tiny but monumental moment Paula had just shared. 

Paula sat down again, her cheeks flushed but her smile bright. 

“She’s incredible,” Mónica whispered to Raquel and enveloped her in a side hug. 

“I know,” Raquel replied, her voice trembling. 

The circle grew quieter as more students shared their thoughts. Some stories were lighthearted, while others carried an unexpected weight. Finally, Mónica nudged Raquel’s arm. 

“Your turn,” she murmured with a wink. 

Raquel hesitated, but as Sergio’s eyes met hers from across the fire, a quiet encouragement passed between them. Taking a deep breath, she stood. 

“I don’t usually like talking about myself,” she started, her voice trembling slightly. “But being here, with all of you, has reminded me how far I’ve come. When I became a mom, I was terrified—terrified of doing it wrong, of not being enough. But what I’ve learned is that love is what gets you through. It’s not about being perfect; it’s about showing up, every single day, no matter how hard it feels.” 

Her gaze flickered to Paula, who was watching her with wide, adoring eyes. “And when I look at my daughter, I know it’s worth every second.” 

The applause that followed was soft but genuine, and Raquel sat down, her heart racing but lighter than it had been in years. 

As the fire crackled and the circle quieted, Sergio stood again. 

“Thank you all for sharing,” he said, his voice warm. “It takes courage to be vulnerable, and you’ve shown us all just how brave you can be.” 

Soon after, the students and chaperones began dispersing, heading back to their cabins in small groups, their voices carrying snippets of laughter and whispers into the night. 

Raquel lingered near the fire, her hands outstretched to its warmth. Sergio approached, his footsteps soft against the earth. 

“You were amazing,” he said, sitting beside her. 

“So were you,” she replied, a smile tugging at her lips. 

They sat in companionable silence for a moment, the firelight flickering between them. The silence wasn’t awkward; it felt natural, like an unspoken language passing between them. 

Raquel’s gaze flickered to the embers as she spoke softly. “It feels like everything’s changing so quickly, but at the same time… it feels right.” 

Sergio turned to her, his expression tender. “Sometimes, the best things happen unexpectedly.” 

The vulnerability in his voice made Raquel’s chest ache, her throat tightening with a rush of emotion she wasn’t prepared for. She held his gaze, their shared silence thick with unspoken words. His dark eyes searched hers, steady yet unsure, as though waiting for permission to move closer. 

Her breath hitched as Sergio's fingers inched toward hers, their touch feather-light at first—a tentative brush that sent sparks skittering up her arm. The shiver that followed was impossible to ignore, and when their hands finally intertwined, his thumb gently traced the curve of her knuckles. It was an anchoring touch, grounding her amidst the storm of emotions swirling between them. 

For a moment, neither spoke. They simply existed in the stillness, drawn together by something magnetic, something neither could deny. Slowly, Sergio leaned in, his movement deliberate, his intentions clear. Raquel’s heart started racing in her chest, the pull was too strong, too consuming to resist. 

When their lips met, it was tender and slow—a kiss filled with a quiet intensity, a sweetness that seemed to erase all the doubts she had carried. Sergio’s hand cupped her cheek, his thumb grazing her skin softly, and she leaned into his touch, her own hands lightly gripping the fabric of his shirt as though anchoring herself to him. 

The kiss deepened as their confidence grew, their smiles breaking through like sunlight on a cloudy day. Between kisses, their lips curved against each other, and Sergio let out a soft chuckle, the sound low and warm. “What?” Raquel whispered against his lips, her own smile tugging at the corners. 

“Nothing,” he murmured, his forehead pressing lightly to hers as their laughter mingled. “Just... this.” 

Raquel’s chest felt light as she kissed him again, this time with a firmer resolve. His hands slid down to hold hers once more, his touch sending another wave of warmth through her. The moment felt infinite, suspended in time, as though the rest of the world no longer mattered—until the sharp sound of footsteps against gravel broke the spell. 

Raquel turned to see a small figure in the shadows. “Paula?” 

Her daughter froze for a second, then spun on her heels and bolted toward the cabins. 

“Paula, wait!” Raquel called, panic bubbling in her chest. She shot Sergio an apologetic look before taking off after her daughter, her heart hammering.

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Raquel found Paula sitting stiffly on the edge of her bunk, her arms wrapped tightly around her knees, chin resting atop them. Everyone had already fallen asleep, their soft snores filling the small cabin with a rhythmic hum, leaving the room dim and heavy with unspoken tension. 

The sight of Paula’s guarded posture made Raquel’s chest ache. She stepped softly across the creaky wooden floor and knelt beside her daughter, trying to meet her eyes. 

“Can we talk?” Raquel whispered, her voice tentative. 

Paula shrugged, her gaze fixed on the sliver of moonlight streaming through the cabin window. Her silence carried an air of confusion wrapped in resistance. 

Raquel took a steadying breath, choosing her words carefully. “I’m sorry if seeing… that… upset you. It wasn’t something I planned, Paula.” 

At this, Paula’s lip quivered ever so slightly. She turned her face toward her mother, her eyes clouded with uncertainty. “It wasn’t just tonight,” she mumbled. “I saw you before. Last night by the campfire and yesterday by the lake.” 

Raquel’s heart clenched, the weight of her daughter’s quiet confession settling over her. “Oh,” she murmured, her voice barely audible. “I didn’t realize…” 

Paula’s gaze dropped to her hands, where she was nervously picking at the hem of her blanket. “It’s just… weird. I’ve never seen you like that—with someone.” 

The words hit harder than Raquel anticipated, slicing through her fragile bubble of optimism. She leaned back on her heels, giving Paula space but staying close enough to bridge the emotional gap. “Weird because it’s different?” she asked gently. “Or weird because it makes you uncomfortable?” 

Paula was quiet for a long moment, her small shoulders lifting in a half-hearted shrug. “I don’t know. Both, I guess.” 

Raquel reached out, hesitating for a beat before brushing a strand of hair from Paula’s face. “It’s okay not to know how you feel,” she said softly. “This is new for me too, and I don’t want to make you feel like you have to be okay with everything all at once.” 

Paula finally looked up, her expression tinged with apprehension. “What does it mean?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “For us?” 

The question struck Raquel to her core. She reached for Paula’s hand, their fingers linking loosely, a gesture that felt both grounding and fragile. “It doesn’t mean anything is going to change between you and me,” Raquel said firmly, her throat tight with emotion. “You are—and always will be—my first priority. That will never change.” 

Paula studied her mother’s face as if searching for hidden truths. “Do you… like him?” 

Raquel’s lips curved into a soft, hesitant smile. “I do,” she admitted, her voice warm but tinged with vulnerability. “But liking someone doesn’t mean I’m forgetting about you or us. It just means… I’m trying to figure out if this could be something good for both of us. Does that make sense?” 

Paula’s fingers tightened slightly around her mother’s. “I think so,” she murmured. She looked down, her voice quiet but thoughtful. “He’s nice. And funny. But what if people… find out?” 

The question landed like a stone in Raquel’s stomach. She hadn’t allowed herself to consider the ripple effects beyond their tiny, temporary camp bubble. “You mean at school?” 

Paula nodded, her eyes darting toward the slumbering Cynthia before lowering her voice. “What if my friends find out? Or other kids? He’s your friend… but he’s my teacher too.” 

Raquel sighed, leaning closer to her daughter. “That’s something I’ve been thinking about too,” she admitted. “It’s not simple, and we’ll figure out how to handle it together. But if it ever feels like too much, I need you to promise me you’ll tell me. Okay?” 

Paula hesitated, her face softening. “Okay,” she whispered, though the uncertainty lingered in her eyes. 

Raquel squeezed her hand gently. “This is weird for me too,” she said, her smile tinged with self-deprecation. “I haven’t done this in a very long time. But I promise, no matter what happens, you and I, we are a team. Always.” 

Paula gave a small, hesitant smile. “I just don’t want to have to see you kiss again. It’s gross.” 

The comment caught Raquel off guard, and a laugh bubbled out of her, lightening the heavy mood. “Noted,” she replied, smoothing Paula’s hair affectionately. “I’ll do my best to spare you the ‘grossness.’” 

Paula giggled, the sound easing the tension in the room. “Good.” 

After tucking Paula in, Raquel lingered by the bunk, watching her daughter’s breathing even out into the rhythm of sleep. Relief mixed with lingering doubt as she turned to glance out the small window. 

The glow of the dying campfire barely illuminated the clearing, but her mind drifted back to Sergio’s warm smile, the way his voice softened when he talked about his students—or her. 

Raquel exhaled deeply. Things were far from settled, and Paula’s doubts mirrored her own. But for the first time in a long while, Raquel felt a glimmer of hope that maybe—just maybe—she could navigate the murky waters of this new territory. 

One careful, terrifying step at a time.

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The afternoon sun poured through the windows of Raquel’s living-room, casting golden hues across the clutter of half-unpacked duffel bags and laundry baskets. The scent of pine still clung faintly to her clothes, mingling with the familiar aromas of home: coffee brewing in the kitchen, the faint lavender scent of her favorite candle.

Raquel sank onto the edge of the sofa, a stray sock dangling from her hand, her gaze fixed somewhere in the middle distance. The trip had only lasted a weekend, but it felt as though her entire world had shifted in that brief span.

She let the sock fall into the open suitcase and leaned back, her fingers trailing over the soft quilt beneath her. Memories of the morning departure flashed vividly in her mind, the noise and chaos of the kids boarding the bus, the rush of goodbyes, and—of course—the last conversation she’d had with Sergio. 

A few hours earlier

The group had gathered in the clearing, the bus rumbling to life as students tossed their luggage into the storage compartments. Raquel had stood at the edge of the scene, helping Paula secure her backpack. Nearby, Sergio moved with easy confidence, his voice steady as he directed the final load of bags. 

Their eyes met across the commotion. Raquel’s chest tightened as Sergio started toward her, his strides purposeful yet unhurried. 

“Hey,” he said, his voice warm but tinged with hesitation. 

“Hey,” she replied, brushing a strand of hair from her face. The sunlight filtered through the trees, catching the golden flecks in his brown eyes, making them almost impossible to look away from. 

“I wanted to ask,” Sergio began, his gaze flicking toward Paula, who was chatting animatedly with Cynthia a few feet away. “Is she okay? After… well, you know, last night.” 

Raquel shifted uncomfortably, her fingers tightening around the strap of her backpack. “She’s processing,” she admitted, her voice low. “She told me it feels weird to see me with someone.” 

Sergio nodded thoughtfully, his brows furrowing in that endearingly serious way of his. “I get that. It’s a lot for her to take in.” 

“It is,” Raquel agreed, her voice softening. “But I told her we’d figure it out.” 

He smiled then, a small, sincere curve of his lips that made her chest ache in the best way. “You’re a good mom, Raquel. She’s lucky to have you.” 

The words caught her off guard, and she felt a warmth rise to her cheeks. “Thank you,” she murmured, meeting his gaze. 

For a moment, the noise of the students dissolved into a distant hum, the flurry of backpacks and chatter a blur on the edge of Raquel’s awareness. All she could focus on was Sergio—his quiet presence beside her, the way his dark eyes held hers, searching for something she wasn’t sure she could give. 

His hand brushed against hers, a soft, fleeting contact that set her nerves alight, a pulse of warmth racing up her arm. It was the kind of touch that spoke volumes without saying a word, and for a beat, Raquel forgot how to breathe. 

“Raquel…” Sergio’s voice was low, just for her, as though the words he was about to speak were too fragile to be shared with the rest of the world. He hesitated, his brow furrowing faintly as he seemed to choose his words with care. “After this trip… will I see you again?” 

Her chest tightened, a mix of anticipation and dread colliding within her. His question hung between them, simple yet so full of meaning, like an unspoken plea for something more. 

“I’m not ready to let this go,” he continued, his voice firm but tinged with a quiet vulnerability. “Not without trying. Not without knowing what this could be.” 

Raquel swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. The sincerity in his eyes made it impossible to look away, and for a moment, she wished she could give him the answer he wanted—one without hesitations or complications. But life wasn’t that simple. 

She exhaled slowly, trying to steady the whirlwind of emotions inside her. “I’ll reach out,” she said, her voice soft but steady. “I just… I need to figure things out first.” 

Sergio’s expression shifted, the faintest shadow of disappointment crossing his face before he nodded, understanding despite the sting of uncertainty. “Okay,” he said quietly. “Take your time.” 

The gentleness of his words, the patience laced through them, made her chest ache even more. 

“Mamá!” 

Paula’s voice rang out like a bell, breaking the spell. They both turned, startled, to see her standing on the bus steps, waving enthusiastically with the kind of energy only children could maintain. 

Raquel forced a smile, though her heart still felt heavy and full. “I better go,” she murmured, pulling herself back to the present. 

“Yeah,” Sergio replied, stepping back with a small nod. But as she turned to leave, his voice stopped her one last time. “Raquel.” 

She glanced over her shoulder, her breath catching as she met his gaze again. 

“Don’t let this slip away,” he said softly. 

Her throat tightened, and she could only manage another small nod before turning back toward the bus. Each step up the stairs felt heavier, as though she was walking away from something she wasn’t ready to name but desperately wanted to hold onto. 

From her seat, she caught one last glimpse of Sergio through the window. Him not joining them on their way back to the city felt strange, but at least it gave her time to think. He stood rooted in place, hands in his pockets, watching the bus as though hoping she might look back one more time.

As the engine growled to life and the campgrounds disappeared behind them, Raquel leaned her head against the window. His words echoed in her mind, refusing to be pushed aside. 

Don’t let this slip away.

She closed her eyes, the ghost of his touch still lingering on her skin, the possibilities both beautiful and terrifying dancing just out of reach.

Back in her living-room, Raquel sighed deeply, the memory fading like the last notes of a song. She stared at her hands, as if the answer to all her questions might somehow appear there. 

What was she doing? Sergio had been a bolt of lightning in an otherwise predictable life—kind, steady, and unexpectedly captivating. But he was also Paula’s teacher, someone firmly embedded in the fabric of their daily lives. The risks were undeniable, the potential fallout terrifying. 

And yet, when he’d touched her hand, when he’d kissed her by the campfire, it had felt like waking up after years of living on autopilot.

The creak of a door snapped her out of her thoughts, followed by the cheerful voice of her mother, Marívi, as she breezed into the front door carrying a bag of groceries. “¡Hola, hija! I come bearing gifts!” 

Raquel blinked, startled out of her reverie. “Mamá, you didn’t have to do that.” 

“Of course I did,” Marívi declared, setting the bag on the counter. “You’ve been away all weekend. There was barely anything left for me to survive.” 

Raquel couldn’t help but laugh, her mother’s theatrical tone pulling her out of her funk. “It wasn’t that bad,” she protested, rising to join her in the kitchen.

Marívi placed a carton of eggs in the fridge and turned back to Raquel, eyebrows raised as she inspected her daughter. 

“You’ve got that look on your face. The one you get when you’re thinking too much about something.” Marívi said, her voice casual but her eyes sharp.

Raquel paused mid-reach, a bunch of bananas still in her hands, and sighed. “Do I?” 

“Yes. And when you do, it’s either about bills or a man. Since I know the bills are all paid”—she gave Raquel a pointed look—“it must be a man. So, who is he?” 

Raquel groaned, dropping the bananas into the fruit bowl with a thud. “Mamá, not everything has to be about a man.” 

“A-ha—that wasn’t a denial.” Marívi wagged a finger, smirking as she reached for a box of cereal. “Out with it, Raquel. You can’t fool me.” 

Raquel let out a short, breathy laugh, shaking her head. “You’re relentless, you know that?” 

“Who raised you? Relentlessness runs in the family.” Marívi placed her hands on her hips and leaned against the counter, waiting expectantly. “Well?” 

Raquel hesitated, her fingers tracing the edge of a tomato she had just pulled from the bag. A warmth rose to her cheeks, and she could feel her mother’s gaze boring into her like a spotlight. Finally, she sighed and glanced up. 

“There was… someone at the camp.” 

“Ah!” Marívi’s face lit up, her eyes sparkling with interest. “I knew it. I knew it! Tell me everything. Is he handsome?” 

“Mamá.” 

“Raquelita, if you’re going to make me wait this long, you need to give me something.” 

Raquel couldn’t help but smile as she picked up a loaf of bread and began to unwrap it. “Yes, he’s handsome,” she admitted quietly. “He’s… thoughtful and kind. The kids love him.” 

“The kids?” Marívi asked, eyebrows lifting. 

“He’s a teacher,” Raquel explained. “Paula’s teacher, actually.” 

That caught her mother’s attention. “Oh, so he’s handsome and smart. And good with kids! Qué maravilla.” 

Raquel rolled her eyes, though a faint smile tugged at the corner of her lips. “It’s not that simple, Mamá.” 

“Of course it’s not,” Marívi said with a wave of her hand. “Nothing is simple when you’ve got a daughter, a home, and a head full of doubts.” 

Raquel stilled for a moment, her shoulders dropping slightly. “Exactly. I don’t even know what I’m doing, or if I should be doing anything at all. It’s been years since I felt like this—like something’s… possible. He makes me feel…” 

She trailed off, struggling to find the right words. Her hands worked absently to pull open a drawer and drop a pack of pasta inside. 

“He makes you feel alive,” Marívi finished softly, the teasing in her voice fading into something warmer, deeper. 

Raquel blinked, surprised by how right her mother was. “Yeah,” she whispered. “That’s exactly it.” 

Marívi crossed the small kitchen and gently touched Raquel’s arm, turning her so they were face to face. “Then don’t let it slip away.” 

Raquel looked at her mother, her dark eyes searching. “That’s what he said as well… But what about Paula? She saw us… she saw me.” 

Marívi smiled knowingly, her hands squeezing Raquel’s arm. “Your daughter is smart, and she loves you. Do you think she doesn’t see how hard you work, how much you’ve sacrificed? Paula wants you to be happy too—even if she doesn’t quite know how to say it.” 

Raquel swallowed, her throat tightening. “But what if it’s the wrong decision? What if I let her down?” 

“Let her down? Ay, hija.” Marívi stepped back, shaking her head in that way only mothers could. “You’ve spent so much time worrying about doing everything perfectly that you’ve forgotten how to live. This man—what’s his name?” 

“Sergio,” Raquel admitted. 

Marívi grinned. “Sergio. Nice name. Sergio won’t solve all your problems, Raquelita. But if he makes you smile like that…”—she gestured to Raquel’s face—“if he makes your heart beat a little faster, then he’s worth seeing where it goes. Maybe it works out. Maybe it doesn’t. But what’s the worst that could happen?” 

Raquel exhaled, the tension in her shoulders loosening just slightly. “You make it sound so easy.” 

“It’s not easy, but it’s worth it. Life is short, mi amor. Too short to be afraid of a little happiness.” 

Raquel let those words settle in the air, her mother’s wisdom sinking deep into her bones. A soft smile crossed her face as she looked down at the bread in her hands. “How do you always know what to say?” 

“Because I’ve been where you are. And because I’m brilliant, of course.” 

Raquel laughed, a real laugh that seemed to shake the doubt loose from her mind. “Of course.” 

Marívi tilted her head, her gaze softening. “You know, Raquel, you’ve spent so much of your life putting Paula first—and I admire you for it, I truly do. But don’t you think it’s time you let yourself have something, too? Someone?” 

Raquel stared at her mother, the words striking a chord deep within her. 

“I just... I don’t know, Mamá,” she murmured. “It was such a short time. What if I’m wrong? What if—” 

“What if you’re right?” Marívi interrupted gently. “What if this is exactly what you need? You’ve been so careful for so long, hija.” 

Later that evening, after Paula was tucked into bed and the house had fallen silent, Raquel found herself sitting on the couch, her phone in hand. Sergio’s name stared back at her from the screen. 

His words still echoing in her mind. Don’t let this slip away.

Her thumb hovered over the message box. Taking a deep breath, she finally took that leap of faith and began typing: 

Hi, Sergio. Are you free on Friday?

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The campgrounds were eerily quiet now, the laughter of students and the bustle of chaperones replaced by the rustling of leaves and the occasional chirp of a bird. Sergio stood by the main office, jingling the camp keys in his hand. He’d stayed behind to return them to the owners—a kind older couple who thanked him profusely for the smooth running of the trip.

“It’s always a pleasure working with teachers like you,” the woman said warmly as she handed him a receipt for the deposit. “You’re welcome back anytime.”

Sergio smiled politely, though his mind was elsewhere. He offered his thanks, exchanged goodbyes, and stepped back out into the midday sun. The campgrounds stretched before him, now void of the energy that had buzzed through them all weekend. His thoughts wandered to Raquel. Saying goodbye to her this morning had been harder than he’d expected.

As he made his way to the camp entrance, where his taxi was due to pick him up, his phone buzzed in his pocket. Pulling it out, he immediately saw Andrés’ name flashing on the screen. He smiled to himself and answered.

“Don’t you ever get tired of pestering me?” Sergio teased, his voice light as he leaned against a wooden fence post.

“Pestering you is my duty as your older brother,” Andrés shot back, his tone equally playful. “Besides, if I don’t check in, how am I supposed to keep up with your romantic escapades? You’ve been suspiciously vague every time we talked this weekend.”

“That’s because I’ve been busy supervising kids and trying not to lose my mind,” Sergio replied, shaking his head. “You know, actual work.”

“And yet, you found time to kiss the woman you’ve been pining after. Did I get that right?” Andrés’ voice oozed amusement.

Sergio let out a groan. “Why did I even tell you about that?”

“Because you secretly want my sage advice,” Andrés said smugly. “Now, stop stalling and tell me what happened this morning. Did you two have a moment, or was it a generic ‘see you around’ kind of thing?”

Sergio hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. “We talked. I told her I didn’t want to let this... whatever it is, just end here. That I want to see her again.”

“And?” Andrés prompted, his curiosity palpable.

“And she said she’d reach out when she’s ready,” Sergio admitted, his tone softening. “She needs time to figure things out, especially with her daughter.”

“Wow,” Andrés said after a beat. “You really put yourself out there, didn’t you? I’m impressed, hermano. That’s not like you.”

“Yeah, well...” Sergio’s voice trailed off as he stared out at the now-empty cabins. “This feels different, Andrés. I don’t want to walk away without knowing what could’ve been.”

“You’re really into her,” Andrés said, his voice losing its teasing edge. “I mean, you’ve dated before, but I don’t think I’ve ever heard you talk like this about anyone.”

“She’s... she’s incredible,” Sergio said, a faint smile tugging at his lips. His mind flashed to Raquel—her wit, her laughter, the way her eyes lit up when she talked about Paula. “But it’s not just about me. She has a lot on her plate, and I don’t want to complicate things for her.”

“Complicate things? Isn’t that what relationships are about?” Andrés quipped. “Look, I get it. She’s a single mom, and that’s not easy. But if she feels the same way about you—and let’s be honest, she kissed you, so she probably does—then it’s worth figuring out together.”

“You think so?” Sergio asked, his voice laced with uncertainty.

“Absolutely,” Andrés said firmly. “But don’t be a doormat, okay? Give her space, but make sure she knows you’re serious. Don’t let this fizzle out.”

Sergio laughed despite himself. “When did you become an expert on relationships?”

“Since I started watching all those romantic comedies with my fifth wife,” Andrés said with a laugh. “Now, do me a favor: don’t overthink this. Go home, relax, and let her come to you.”

“Easier said than done,” Sergio muttered, glancing at his watch. His taxi would be there any minute. “But thanks, Andrés. Really.”

“Anytime, hermano,” Andrés replied.

 “I’ll call you later.”

“Looking forward to it,” Andrés said cheerfully. “Now go. I’m sure your taxi’s waiting.”

Sergio ended the call just as a small car pulled into the gravel lot. He slipped his phone into his pocket and climbed into the taxi, the campgrounds disappearing behind him as they pulled away.

As the car rumbled down the winding road, Sergio leaned back against the seat, his mind full of thoughts about Raquel. For the first time in years, he felt a flicker of something he hadn’t dared to hope for: the beginning of something real.

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As the clock edged closer to seven, Raquel stood in front of the mirror, smoothing the soft fabric of her blouse and adjusting her earrings. She had chosen a simple yet elegant outfit—a flowy top in a deep sapphire blue paired with tailored black pants—that made her feel confident without trying too hard. Her hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders, and she added a hint of perfume at her wrists, the subtle floral notes grounding her nerves. 

In the living room, Paula and Marívi sat on the couch, pretending not to watch her every move. 

“You look beautiful, Mamá!” Paula chimed, her eyes wide with admiration. 

Raquel smiled, walking over and leaning down to kiss the top of her daughter’s head. “Thanks, sweetheart.” 

“And don’t forget,” Marívi added, her tone conspiratorial, “Relax and have a good time. You deserve this, hija.” 

Raquel laughed softly. “It’s just dinner, you two. Don’t make it a big deal.” 

Paula grinned. “It is a big deal, Mamá! It’s Señor Marquina!”

Raquel’s smile faltered slightly, a flicker of doubt shadowing her expression. She turned to Paula, her voice soft but uncertain. “Paula, are you really okay with this? With me going out with Señor Marquina?” 

Paula tilted her head, her nose scrunching up thoughtfully before she replied. “Señor Marquina is awesome! He’s the best teacher ever. And it’s not like you’re embarrassing or anything.” She gave a little shrug, then grinned. “Well, most of the time you’re not.” 

Raquel let out a soft laugh, though the knot in her chest didn’t completely loosen. “But what if people—your classmates, their parents—start talking?” 

Paula’s face grew serious as she considered the question. “You’re not breaking any rules, are you? You’re just going on a date. And he makes you laugh. Like, a real laugh—not the kind you do when you’re pretending something’s funny.” 

Raquel blinked at her daughter, her heart squeezing at the simple honesty of her words. “You’re really okay with it?” 

Paula shook her head with a firm determination that belied her age. “I just want you to be happy, Mamá.” 

Raquel’s breath caught, and she blinked quickly to keep the tears at bay. “Thank you, mi amor,” she said, kissing the top of Paula’s head. 

Paula gave her a big, toothy smile. “You’re welcome. Oh, and if Señor Marquina is mean to you or anything, just tell me, and I’ll make him write ‘I’m sorry’ a hundred times on the board.” 

Raquel burst into laughter, reaching down to tousle Paula’s hair.

At the door, grabbing her purse from the counter, she turned back one last time, her nerves tugging at her smile. 

“You sure you two are okay here?” 

Marívi waved her hand dismissively. “Paula and I will be just fine. Now shoo, or you’ll be late!” 

With their blessings ringing in her ears, Raquel stepped out into the cool evening air, a flutter of anticipation stirring in her chest but determined to properly seize the moment tonight. 

She arrived at the restaurant a few minutes early. The air near the pier carried a faint salty tang, mingling with the aroma of seafood wafting from the kitchen. The warm glow of string lights cast a cozy charm over the outdoor tables. 

She spotted Sergio as he walked up, and the air seemed to shift around her. His smile was magnetic, a mix of confidence and warmth that made her pulse quicken. The crisp white shirt he wore, with its sleeves casually rolled up, hinted at an ease about him, yet it clung just enough to his broad shoulders to make her swallow hard. The jeans, worn and perfectly fitted, emphasized his lean, athletic frame, and Raquel couldn’t help but let her gaze linger a moment too long. Who would’ve guessed that he could look this good?! A heat bloomed inside her, unbidden but undeniable, as her mind wandered to the way his laugh had made her chest tighten at camp and how his eyes seemed to see right through her walls. She suddenly felt the cool evening air wasn’t quite enough to temper the warmth rising within her.

“Hi,” he said, his voice warm and smooth, carrying just a hint of nervous excitement as he stepped closer. His gaze swept over her appreciatively, his smile softening. “You look... incredible, Raquel.” 

Her cheeks flushed, and she tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, her smile widening in response. “Thank you. You’re not looking too bad yourself.” Her eyes lingered on him again for a moment, taking in the white shirt that contrasted beautifully with his sun-kissed skin and the casual ease of his rolled-up sleeves. “Very handsome, actually.” 

His grin grew, and he shifted on his feet slightly while adjusting his glasses, as though her compliment had caught him off guard. “You’re making it hard to focus,” he admitted with a playful tilt of his head. 

Raquel laughed softly, her nerves settling into something lighter. “Well, now you know how I feel.” 

For a moment, they stood there, the sounds of the city fading into the background. His hand brushed the back of his neck as he glanced at the restaurant door behind them. “Should we… head inside?” He hesitated, his gaze returning to hers. “Unless you’d rather keep me here, making a fool of myself in front of half the street.” 

She smiled, her pulse quickening at the easy charm in his voice. “Tempting,” she teased, stepping toward him. “But I hear they have paella, and we’ve got a lot to live up to after camp.” 

“True,” he said, his smile tugging into a lopsided grin. “Let’s see if their paella can beat ours. Though, no guarantees I won’t throw a shrimp at you if it doesn’t.” 

Her laugh was full and genuine as they walked together toward the door, the evening unfolding with an air of promise between them. 

They were seated at a corner table with a perfect view of the water. After ordering drinks and, of course, paella, Sergio leaned back in his chair, studying her with an amused expression. 

“I have to admit,” he began, “I’m surprised to hear from you so soon. I thought you might need more time.” 

Raquel tilted her head, smiling playfully. “I did, too. But my mother… let’s just say she has a way of making things crystal clear.” 

“Wise woman, I take it?” Sergio said, chuckling.

“She’s more like a whirlwind of wisdom,” Raquel said with a laugh. “She said the exact same thing you did. About not letting this slip away.” 

Sergio’s smile softened. “Smart lady.” 

Raquel leaned in slightly, resting her chin on her hand. “It’s funny, though. I think what really convinced me was Paula.” 

“Paula?” His eyebrows lifted in surprise. 

“She told my mom about the camp… about you.” Raquel smiled. “And that food fight. I guess I’ve never seen her laugh about something like that so much.” 

Sergio laughed, shaking his head. “That food fight. I don’t think I’ll ever forget the look on your face when the plate landed in my lap.” 

“Oh, please,” Raquel teased. “You didn’t skip a beat before launching paella back at me for laughing at you.” 

“You were laughing so hard, I couldn’t resist,” he countered, his grin widening. “And then all the kids joined in. It was chaos.” 

“Epic chaos,” she said softly, winking. 

As their drinks arrived and they clinked glasses, their laughter lingered as they reminisced about the camp. When the waiter placed the steaming dish of paella between them, Sergio smirked. 

“No shrimp throwing tonight, please,” he teased. 

Raquel gave him a mock-serious look. “Only if you behave yourself.” 

The conversation flowed effortlessly, each word building a bridge between them that felt stronger and more undeniable with every passing moment. They started with lighthearted stories—Raquel recounted a mishap during Paula’s first attempt at baking cookies, and Sergio shared a hilarious tale about Andrés trying to fix a sink and flooding the apartment. Laughter bubbled up between them, easy and natural, but beneath the humor was a current of something deeper. 

Raquel found herself mesmerized by the way Sergio leaned in as she spoke, his full attention locked on her as though nothing else in the world mattered. His smile lit up his face, and every now and then, their gazes would catch and hold, an electric charge sparking between them. Her stomach fluttered at the way his eyes darkened slightly when he watched her laugh, or how his lips quirked upward just so when she teased him about his failed cooking attempts. 

Every once in a while, she’d glance at him mid-sentence and catch a look in his eyes—hungry, as though he wanted to pull her closer but was holding back. And she couldn’t deny that she felt it too, a pull so strong it was almost tangible, making her hyper-aware of the small space between them. 

As Sergio leaned back slightly to take a sip of his wine, Raquel’s gaze wandered to his hands—the same hands that had so gently brushed against hers before—and she felt a sudden, unbidden warmth creep up her neck. The air between them was charged, the tension building with every shared glance, every fleeting touch. Their words seemed to skim the surface of something deeper, something neither of them could deny any longer. 

When their laughter subsided, a quiet moment settled between them, their eyes meeting again and holding for just a heartbeat longer than necessary. In that silence, the pull between them felt almost unbearable, a magnetic force that seemed destined to close the gap between them.

As the evening stretched on, neither of them seemed eager to part ways. The plates were cleared, the last of their wine glasses emptied, but the energy between them was as vibrant as when the evening began. 

Sergio leaned back in his chair, a playful glint in his eyes. “So, what now?” 

Raquel tilted her head, a small smile playing on her lips. “What now?” 

“I’m not ready to say goodnight yet,” he admitted, his voice low and warm, his gaze steady on hers. 

Her pulse quickened, her smile widening despite the blush creeping to her cheeks. “Neither am I.” 

Sergio pushed back his chair and stood, extending a hand toward her. “Walk with me?” 

Without hesitation, she slipped her hand into his, his firm grip sending a spark up her arm. They stepped out into the cool night air, the city alive but quieter now, the hum of distant conversations and soft music from nearby restaurants filling the spaces between their words. 

They strolled along the pier, the rhythm of their steps naturally falling into sync. The breeze carried the scent of saltwater and the faint aroma of roasted chestnuts from a nearby street vendor. The lights from the docked boats danced on the surface of the water, casting shimmering reflections that seemed to guide their path. 

Every so often, their arms brushed, and each touch felt electric, igniting a warmth between them that neither could ignore. Their conversation continued, but there were moments when silence fell, charged and meaningful, as they exchanged fleeting, hungry looks that spoke louder than words. 

At the end of the pier, they stopped, leaning against the railing and gazing out over the water. The sound of the waves lapping against the dock blended with distant laughter and the occasional hum of an engine, creating an intimate cocoon around them. 

“This is nice,” Raquel murmured, her voice soft and genuine. 

Sergio turned his head to look at her, his dark eyes reflecting the glimmering lights on the water. “It is,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m really glad you reached out, Raquel.” 

She met his gaze, her chest tightening at the tenderness in his tone. “Me too,” she said, her words imbued with the weight of her emotions. 

For a moment, they simply stood there, their proximity amplifying the unspoken pull between them. The world around them seemed to blur, leaving just the two of them wrapped in the undeniable energy that had been building all evening. 

After a long pause, Sergio straightened and looked toward the city, his expression thoughtful but tinged with a hint of mischief. “I don’t suppose you’re in a hurry to get home?” 

Raquel shook her head slowly, her lips curving into a small, knowing smile. “Not at all.” 

He extended his hand again, his smile warm but laced with something deeper, something that made her pulse race. “Come with me. My place isn’t far.” 

Her heart thudded in her chest, but she didn’t hesitate. She slipped her hand back into his, letting him lead her away from the pier. The soft glow of the streetlights guided their way as they walked, their steps quickening slightly, as though both were eager to see where the night would take them. 

When they reached Sergio’s apartment, he unlocked the door and pushed it open, stepping aside to let her enter first. The cozy warmth of the space enveloped her, and she glanced around, taking in the understated but inviting decor. 

Sergio closed the door behind them, his gaze catching hers as he leaned against it. “Can I get you anything? Water, wine?” 

Raquel shook her head, kicking off her shoes, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “I think we’re past the point of small talk, don’t you?”

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Raquel barely had time to take in her surroundings before Sergio’s hand slid along her waist, pulling her gently toward him. His touch was firm but tender, igniting a fire that had been smoldering between them all evening. 

Her laughter was breathless as he leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a kiss that was equal parts sweet and searing. Raquel responded without hesitation, her hands finding their way to his chest, feeling the warmth of his body through the crisp white shirt he wore. 

His fingers trailed along the curve of her spine, eliciting a soft gasp from her. “You’re making it impossible to think straight,” she murmured against his lips, her voice unsteady but laced with amusement.

“Good,” Sergio replied with a grin, his forehead resting against hers for a brief moment before he kissed her again, deeper this time. 

Her fingers moved to the buttons of his shirt, undoing them slowly, savoring the sensation of his warm skin beneath her fingertips. As the shirt slipped from his shoulders, Sergio’s hands mirrored hers, finding the hem of her blouse. His fingers grazed her waist as he gently tugged it upward, the fabric sliding over her arms before being cast aside. 

Raquel’s breath hitched as his hands lingered on her bare skin, sending shivers racing down her spine. He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over her with a mixture of awe and desire. 

“You’re stunning,” he murmured, his voice low and rough with emotion. 

Raquel’s cheeks flushed under his gaze, but instead of shrinking from the intensity, she stepped closer, her confidence emboldened by the way his eyes softened even as they burned. She reached for him again, her hands sliding along his chest, her touch both exploratory and deliberate. 

Their movements carried them to the wall in the hallway, where Sergio pressed her gently against the cool surface. His lips found hers again, their kisses deepening, the connection between them growing more fervent with every passing second. Her hands tangled in his hair as his lips trailed along her jawline and down her neck, leaving a path of fire in their wake. 

Raquel laughed softly against him, the sound breaking the tension just enough to make them both grin. “Ohhh…. you’re trouble,” she teased, her voice breathless but playful. 

“Good trouble, I hope,” he replied, his own grin widening as he brushed his thumb across her cheek. 

She nodded, pulling him back to her. The hunger between them was undeniable, and yet there was a tenderness in every touch, every glance, that grounded them in something far deeper than physical attraction. 

As they continued moving through the apartment, leaving a trail of clothes behind, their bodies seemed to find their own rhythm, instinct guiding them. At the edge of the dining-room table Sergio paused. With a mischievous grin, he lifted Raquel effortlessly, setting her down on the table. 

“You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” she teased, wrapping her legs around his waist to pull him closer. 

He leaned in, his voice a low murmur against her ear. “I have a few more up my sleeve.” 

Their mouths met in a kiss so intense it left them both breathless. Sergio’s hands gripped her hips, steadying her as her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him closer with each passing second. The table beneath her creaked softly, unnoticed amid the electric charge of their connection. 

Raquel let out a soft laugh, her head tilting back as his lips trailed down her neck again, his beard gently scratching her skin. “I never imagined my night would end like this,” she admitted, her voice breathless yet light. 

Sergio pulled back just enough to look at her, his grin wicked but affectionate. “And the night isn’t over yet.” 

Their eyes locked for a moment and the unspoken hunger between them only grew. His hands traced the curve of her back, unhooking her bra and sending ripples of heat through her. He tossed her bra aside and dipped his head, leaving gentle kisses first on her left, then on her right breast. Raquel threw her head back, letting out soft moans of pleasure, all the while her hands were playing with his hair.

Eventually, Sergio’s lips found their way back to hers, and he spoke against her mouth. “Should we take this somewhere more comfortable?” 

Raquel hummed, sliding her fingers along his jawline. “Lead the way.” 

Instead of letting her feet touch the floor though, Sergio scooped her into his arms in a fluid, effortless movement.

Raquel gasped, then laughed, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck. “Sergio!” she exclaimed, her voice a mix of surprise and delight. 

He grinned down at her, his eyes filled with warmth and a hint of mischief. “What? You looked like you needed a lift.” 

“I can walk, you know,” she teased, though her smile betrayed no desire to be put down. 

“Maybe,” he said, pressing a kiss to her temple, “but this is more fun.” 

Raquel giggled and leaned closer, planting soft kisses along his jawline as he carried her toward the bedroom. Each peck sent sparks through both of them, and she could feel the rumble of his laughter beneath her fingertips. 

“You’re enjoying this way too much,” she murmured, brushing her lips against his ear. 

“And you’re not?” he countered, arching a brow at her. 

“Okay, maybe a little,” she admitted, her voice playful as she nuzzled against him. 

When they reached the bedroom, Sergio kicked the door open gently and crossed the threshold. He set her down slowly, her body sliding against his as her feet touched the floor, but he didn’t release her right away. His hands lingered at her waist, their faces inches apart as their laughter faded into something deeper, more electric. 

Their lips met again, and the kiss was charged with a mix of heat and tenderness that made her knees weak. Sergio’s hands framed her face, his thumbs brushing over her cheekbones as if memorizing every detail. 

Raquel leaned into his touch, her fingers threading through his hair as she pulled him closer, unwilling to let even a whisper of space separate them. The world beyond this room seemed to dissolve, leaving only the steady thrum of her heartbeat and the intoxicating warmth of him against her. 

Without breaking the kiss, Sergio guided her backward, his hands sliding from her face to her shoulders, then to her waist, where he held her as if she might disappear. The edge of the bed pressed against the backs of her knees, and she sank down onto it, pulling him with her. 

Sergio’s weight settled beside her, his lips never straying far from hers. His kisses grew slower, more deliberate, each one leaving a trail of fire across her skin. His hand found hers, their fingers intertwining in a silent promise that neither wanted to break. 

Raquel let out a soft hum against his lips, her chest heaving with a mix of exhilaration and disbelief. “I don’t think I’ve felt this light in years,” she whispered, her voice shaky yet filled with warmth. 

Sergio’s gaze softened, his smile bright enough to light the dim room. “I like the idea that I might have something to do with that,” he murmured.

She laughed softly, the sound light and unguarded as her fingers traced the outline of his beard. The humor in her eyes softened into something deeper as the laughter faded. “You know,” she murmured, her tone thoughtful, “you’re more than meets the eye, Sergio Marquina.” 

His eyebrows lifted slightly, curiosity flickering in his expression. “Is that so?” 

Raquel nodded, her fingers pausing to rest lightly against his cheek. “You give off this vibe of being so focused, like you’re all business and no fun,” she began, her voice thoughtful. “But then I see how you are with the kids—the way you listen to them, how you make them feel seen and important. It’s not just a job to you. You care, Sergio. And that… amazes me.” 

Sergio’s expression softened, the teasing light in his eyes giving way to something deeper. “It amazes you, huh?” he said, a small smile tugging at his lips. 

“It does,” she admitted, her voice quieter now. “You’re not just a good teacher; you’re the kind of person who leaves a mark on people. On them. On me.” 

Her words seemed to catch him off guard, his brows drawing together slightly as if he wasn’t sure what to say. “I don’t know if I’m as impressive as you’re making me sound,” he finally said, his voice low. 

“You are,” Raquel insisted, her hand moving to cup his face. “You have this way of making people feel like they matter. It’s rare.” 

Sergio leaned into her touch, turning his head to gently kiss the inside of her palm, his eyes then searching hers as a quiet smile broke across his face. “Thank you, Raquel, that means a lot.” 

“It should,” she replied softly, her lips curving into a smile. “Because it’s true.”

Sergio’s gaze held hers for a moment, his eyes searching her face as if committing every detail to memory. Then, with a quiet chuckle that melted into a sigh, he tilted his head, brushing his lips against hers in a kiss that started soft but quickly deepened. 

Raquel’s breath hitched as his hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer. Her fingers threaded through his hair, anchoring them together as the kiss grew more fervent, each moment stoking the fire between them.

At one point, Raquel’s fingers reached up, brushing lightly along the frame of his glasses. “You know,” she began, her tone playful, “these are cute and all, but let’s put them aside for a bit...”

Sergio raised an eyebrow, a lopsided grin forming as he tilted his head back. “Cute? That’s the best you’ve got?”

She laughed softly, carefully slipping the glasses off his face. “Fine. They’re sexy, okay? But so are you without them,” she said, setting them gently on the nightstand. 

“Sexy and cute? Careful, Raquel. You’re going to give me a complex,” he teased, squinting slightly as he adjusted to her unfiltered gaze. 

She hummed thoughtfully, leaning in closer as her hands rested on either side of his face. “Hmm. I don’t know. Without them, you look a little… softer. Less ‘intimidating teacher,’ more ‘approachable boyfriend.’” 

“Boyfriend?” he echoed, his grin broadening as his hands found her waist. “I didn’t realize we were putting labels on this already.” 

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Marquina,” she shot back, her lips curving into a smirk.

He grinned, pulling her closer and placing his body over hers, his already growing erection pressing against her. Sergio’s lips were glued to her while he started to pull down her pants slowly. Raquel hummed, tilting her head back to give him better access. He started kissing his way down from her neck to her cleavage, then her belly, leaving a trail of kisses all the way down to her center. Finally, he took off her pants completely and dropped them on the floor, brushing his lips against her thighs, then her stomach, giving his full attention first to her left, then her right breast.

When he took one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked lightly, Raquel felt like her whole body was on fire, as if she would explode any second. She tugged at his hair gently, panting, and reached for the button and zipper of his jeans, opening them hastily. Not being able to stand the fabric between them any longer, he helped her, sliding down both his jeans and boxers to the floor. When he positioned himself back on the mattress, he grazed his beard on the inside of her thigh while leaving soft kisses on the way back to her center. His warm breath on her skin made her eyes roll to the back of her head and she let out a small gasp, grabbing the sheets with both hands when she felt Sergio pulling her panties down slowly.

He tossed them on the floor, returning his attention back to her thighs, leaving small bites and kisses there. Then, he put both his hands on her hips and pulled her down to him in a quick motion, finally putting his mouth to her core. Raquel arched her back, moaning out loud, her eyes closed, head tilted back. She started moving her hips under his lips, her breathing getting heavier with each passing moment. All she could think about was the fact that he seemed to know exactly how to drive her over the edge.

Sergio repeated the movements of his tongue over and over. Sucking slowly, then quicker and more intensely until he felt her legs tremble. Raquel felt like her skin was boiling, the orgasm hitting her like a hurricane, a sudden wave of pleasure washing all over her body. The last thing she remembered muttering before she came in his mouth was “OMG, S-Sergio!”

When she finally managed to prop herself up on her elbows, Raquel opened her eyes slowly, her vision still hazy with the lingering warmth of the moment. Sergio was watching her, his expression soft and unguarded, a faint touch of sheepishness in his smile. 

“Sergio…” she murmured, her voice raspy.

He eased himself up her body with an unhurried grace, pressing delicate kisses along the curve of her stomach, her breasts, up to her collarbone, and finally to the hollow of her neck. By the time he reached her lips, Raquel’s hands had instinctively risen to cradle his face. 

“Come here,” she whispered, her fingers gently brushing along the line of his jaw. 

He obliged, his lips meeting hers in a kiss that was unhurried and reverent, as though he had all the time in the world. When she pulled back slightly, her hands still framing his face, she found herself caught in his gaze. The intensity of it, the quiet vulnerability he offered her in that moment, left her breathless. 

Raquel swallowed, unable to speak as her thumb traced over his cheek. She thought, fleetingly, about how she could get used to this—the way he looked at her like she was the only person in the world, the way his touch felt both grounding and electrifying, the way his kisses seemed to rewrite everything she thought she knew about tenderness. 

Her lips parted slightly as she exhaled a soft laugh, her fingers still cupping Sergio’s face. She leaned in, pressing another kiss to his lips, this one slower, more deliberate. When she pulled back, her eyes danced with a playful glint, and before Sergio could say anything, she shifted her weight. 

With a swift but gentle motion, she pushed against his shoulders, guiding him back onto the pillows. He let out a low chuckle of surprise, his hands instinctively coming to rest on her waist as she settled herself over him, straddling his hips. 

“Taking charge now?” Sergio teased, his grin lazy and undeniably captivated. 

Raquel smirked, brushing her hair back over her shoulder as she leaned forward, grazing her fingers around his member softly. “You didn’t think I’d let you have all the fun, did you?” 

Sergio gasped. His hands slid along her sides, steadying her but never trying to control her movements. “Not for a second,” he murmured, his voice dipping into a tone that sent a thrill through her.

Raquel held him by the base of his cock. She rubbed at his length a few times, his hands tightening on her thighs instinctively, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he held back a groan.

"Raquel..." He murmured.

She lifted her hips and slowly sank down on him until she was able to fit his entire length inside her. At that moment, both their eyes fell closed, lost in the depth of the connection between them.

She began to move atop him with a slow, deliberate rhythm, her hips rocking gently as she set the pace. Gradually, her movements grew more confident, her hips rolling in smooth, sinuous motions before picking up speed, each motion more urgent and intense than the last. At one point, she contracted her internal muscles to tighten and release his erection.

"Ahhh," he hissed, clearly enjoying the sweet torture.

She smiled down at him mischievously and then continued riding him, letting out little moans of pleasure herself. She started moaning even louder when Sergio brought his thumb up to her clit, stimulating her with soft, circular movements.

"Joder," she groaned, feeling her orgasm approaching again.

"Raquel, I–"

She closed her eyes, allowing the pleasure to take over her body once again as her entire weight fell on him. Completely surrendered to his touch, she hummed softly when they were both trying to catch their breath.

His fingertips lightly started caressing her lower back again and for the first time in what felt like forever, Raquel let herself simply feel. And in that space, with Sergio’s warmth enveloping her, she realized she didn’t want to be anywhere else.