“Good evening, ma’am.”
“I’d like to invite you to lunch.”
“I’m sorry, I’m not available. I can pay you. Tell me how much you want. It’s not about the money.”
“Thank you, ma’am.”
And he hung up. His friend Esteban heard it and was furious.
“Are you crazy? Your mother is in the hospital. You’re rejecting the help of a rich woman. Perhaps God is sending you a blessing.”
Raúl was filled with doubt. What if Esteban was right? What if it was a test, a sign from fate? Finally, he called Raquel and agreed to meet her at an elegant restaurant.
When he arrived, he found himself alone with her. She had booked the entire place and greeted him warmly. Raúl didn’t even dare look her in the eye.
“How old are you, Raúl?”
“25, ma’am.”
“And you?”
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