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She glanced at hom, who was now explaining the conjugation of irregular verbs. Ciara smiled, a flicker of excitement sparking within her. She was enjoying Spanish class. The language, with its melodic sounds and intricate grammar, was a welcome challenge. She was learning new words every day, and the feeling of progress was exhilarating. She watched him, mesmerized, as he launched into a lesson on the subjunctive mood, his voice a soothing melody that filled the room. He was a natural, she realized, effortlessly engaging the class, his explanations clear and concise. He even managed to weave in a few anecdotes, his humor dry and witty, making the students chuckle. Ciara found herself leaning forward, captivated by his every word. He was no longer just the guy who had knocked her o