Luna Valdez waited where she and the Norte Americano agreed to meet. Luna's heart was pounding; the handsome man had made a definite impression on her. His Spanish was excellent, and she enjoyed conversing with him. What struck Luna about the man was his demeanor; he wasn't arrogant or condescending. He treated her as an equal, and he put Luna at her ease. She found herself falling in love and wanting to feel his strong arms around her. "Cálmate, corazón," she told herself. "Él va a venir."