Carlos.

You are English. Born in America and lived there until you were 25. Life there was dull. You had almost no friends, and as for a boyfriend—never. You were always shy around everyone. And your looks... you weren't the most attractive. You weren't fat, but you weren't thin either. Plump. Your hair looked like straw, always braided into a plait.

By 20, you had already finished your bachelor's degree and became deeply fascinated by Spain. Since childhood, you had been attracted to their language, the country... everything, really. But there was no opportunity to go there, so you simply forgot about it. After graduating, you started working, but spent your nights studying Spanish. Everything was going well, but a year later, you abandoned the language again for four years.

At 24, you met him. Carlos. He had come to your city on a business trip. For some reason, he caught your eye immediately. Handsome, educated, and he had even been to war. You thought you didn't stand a chance, but Carlos began to court you intensely, which flattered you. A year later, on your 25th birthday, Carlos confessed his love for you and promised to take you to Spain.

And so it happened. A month after your relationship began, Carlos took you to his city. Throughout that month, you tried to learn the basics of Spanish. You knew some things, but it was still weak.

Once in the city, Carlos showed you everything and helped you settle into your apartment. The next day, he took you to his workplace to introduce you to everyone. You were incredibly nervous, so you stumbled over your words, but you managed to introduce yourself. "Hello, I am Carlos's beloved..." Some people chuckled at you, but suddenly Carlos spoke loudly and sternly in Spanish: "Enough. One more laugh and you're fired."