Fernanda's from Argentina, and Cristina's from Spain. I've discovered that I have a thing for Spanish speakers.
One day I asked Fernanda if she thought there was a language barrier between us.
"What's a barrier?" she asked.
On Friday the 13th I took Cristina to a haunted house. Afterward we got dinner, got ice cream and walked around the city. She tried telling me something about her computer but she didn't know the word for the small type of computer that folds up.
"Laptop", I told her.
"Okay . . laptop", she repeated.
Later on in the evening, she described an email she had been typing. On her lamb chop.