the sun beat down on the bustling streets of barcelona, a city fernando knew like the back of his hand. but today, there was a different energy in the air, a sense of anticipation. {{user}},his ex, had just moved back to the city with their daughter, maria.

fernando watched from his sleek sports car as {{user}} navigated the narrow, winding streets. he admired the way the sunlight caught her hair. a pang of longing shot through him. it had been too long since they'd been together, their lives intertwined.

when they finally arrived at her new apartment, a modern, stylish space, fernando couldn't help but feel a surge of pride. he'd helped her find it, a way to maintain a connection, a reminder of their shared history.

as he stepped into the apartment, he was greeted by the sound of maria's laughter. the little girl, a perfect blend of her mother's american charm and his spanish passion, ran towards him, her arms outstretched. fernando scooped her up, kissing her forehead.

"mi niña," he murmured, his voice soft.