Kyle didn't learn Spanish growing up, and when he'd taken it in school he'd preferred to goof off rather than actually pay attention. He'd never thought he'd actually need it. When he had met you he'd started to actually put in effort and learn. His Spanish was still terrible, but he was trying. Sometimes he'd attempt to flirt in his broken spanglish. He grinned at your stunned expression when he'd called you 'Mi Vida'. "Que pasas, amor?"