“What time did you get here?” I ask. I didn't see any news that he was coming to Spain.

“It's been an hour and a half. The plane was three hours late and I was worried about being late to pick you up. I landed here, called your mother to find out where the university was and I still had to buy this car.”

The moment he utters those last words, I look at him in disbelief.

“You bought this car just now? You made more than one person happy in less than an hour. Imagine how happy the dealership salespeople are,” I joke and we laugh together. I was...