“We’ll figure something out,” she said, smiling back at me. “I don’t want you to worry about that. I’ll book you a room in a hotel if I have to. I want you to be safe and warm each night. I don’t want to have to worry about you.”
“I don’t want you to do that. You would be spending too much of your money on me. I won’t let you.”
She put her forefinger to my lips to silence me. “We’ll figure something out. Don’t worry. I have an idea. Would you be willing to take the train back to Madrid with me?”
“Of course, of course, if it would mean even one more night with you.”