Walking around the festival, Santiago couldn't help feeling a tad nostalgic for the tianguis back home. He was going to take a closer look at a booth when a familiar head of blonde hair registered in his peripheral. "Cole?" he cried out, hoping beyond home that it was really her. "Cole? Mi vida." His tone became more sure, more confident, as he moved closer to the woman.
Without hesitation he grabbed her hand. "Why didn't you call? Two years I've been waiting to hear from you. C'mon baby, surely we aren't calling it quits for real for real."
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