Perdona Si Te Llamo Cayetano Raquel Tirado Fe... -

Raquel looked at her watch. She was supposed to be meeting friends in Malasaña, a world away from the starched shirts and signet rings of this neighborhood. But there was something in his eyes—a flicker of humor that didn't fit the 'Cayetano' mold.

Raquel paused her scrubbing. The accent, the Barbour jacket draped over his arm, the leather weekend bag—he was a walking stereotype. Perdona Si Te Llamo Cayetano Raquel Tirado Fe...

She had bumped into him—literally—outside a coffee shop in Salamanca. Her iced latte had done a graceful, tragic arc onto his suede loafers. Raquel looked at her watch

He let out a startled, genuine laugh. "It’s Borja, actually. And the boat is named after my mother. My grandmother’s name was much too long to fit on the hull." Raquel paused her scrubbing

"I am so, so sorry," Raquel stammered, frantically grabbing napkins. "I was looking at my phone, and I just—"