“Wait—your major was Spanish?” “Yes,” he and Caleb say at the same time. “How did I not know this?” I say, pursing my lips. Has it really never come up in over a year of marriage? “He only picked it because the Spanish Club brought food to all their events,” Caleb replies with a scoff. “Hey, if you’d ever tried Profesora Ortega’s homemade empanadas, you would have majored in Spanish too,”
