Constantino left the office and decided to make a quick stop at a local chocolate shop. He knew Maya loved chocolates and wanted to write her a card to prove just how much he loved her.
After a few minutes of selecting, he opted for a box of assorted chocolates, carefully wrapped in an elegant box with "I love you" written in the five languages he now spoke.
Satisfied with his choice, he returned to the car.
As he walked towards the parking lot, a street vendor caught his attention. She was selling handmade bracelets, simple but with vibrant colors that stood out on her small stand. Constantino paused for a moment, looking at the handcrafted work.
"Buy to help, sir. Your girlfriend or wife probably won't wear it because it's simple, but at least it helps me pay the rent."
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