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disease caused her to go blind in her fifties, she never stopped smiling.
     Growing up in Puerto Rico, Reyna knew the smiling lady everyone referred to as La Cienega but she had never spoken to her until after her mother died. It was then that Reyna thought she would never smile again. Reyna was angry at the woman for being able to find happiness in a world that had so unfairly taken away her mother.
      One day, Reyna decided to ask her why she smiled all of the time.
      "I guess I smile because I'm blind," she replied.
      This response confused five-year-old Reyna even more than she was before.
      "It's not what you see that makes you truly happy. What you see may not always be there. Oh, but how you feel never has to go away. There's nothing better than that tingly happiness that courses through your body and lands in your face causing your cheeks to rise into a smile." The woman sighed and, of course, smiled. "Because I'm blind I don't get distracted by what's really there and what's not. I get to have that feeling all the time."
      La Cienega's smile was contagious. Reyna was drawn to her just like everyone else in town. Soon she spent every afternoon basking in La Cienega's wisdom about life, love and happiness. And to this day, thirteen years later, whenever she felt truly happy, she thought of it as La Cienega smiling at her.
      Reyna couldn't count all the times she had felt that smile while she was with Scott. What did that mean? Reyna desperately wanted to talk to her and get her advice. Was Scott the one she was supposed to be with?
    ***
      At ten o'clock, Reyna heard a tap on her window. Her heart skipped. She knew who it was. Who else would be knocking on her window at ten o'clock at night? She didn't quite know how to react to his presence. She was suddenly nervous and wished she could pretend she was asleep and ignore his knocking. That wouldn't work though. He knew she never slept.
      Deciding it was best to pretend like nothing happened the night before, she unlatched the window, then walked over to her desk.
    "You don't have to pull a Spiderman every time you come over. My dad likes you. You can use the front door." Reyna went back to reading her medical reference book as Scott kicked off his shoes and flopped on her bed. She stole a glance at him, hoping he wouldn’t notice. Her heart fluttered at how absolutely gorgeous he looked. Only a real man could pull off the powder blue polo shirt he wore. The color served to bring out the sweet cerulean eyes that peeked out from messy golden brown hair. He looked so sexy a part of her wanted jump on top of him and rip off his khakis. She shuddered at the thought. What was she thinking? He was her friend. Nothing more. She turned away and tried to concentrate on her reading.
    "I know, I know. It's just more fun to climb through the window. It’s kind of romantic don’t you think? Like Romeo and Juliet.”
    Normally if he had said something like, she would have just written it off as a joke. But given what he’d said to her the night before, she wasn’t sure how to take it. She nervously dropped her reference book on the floor. “I hate that play,” she said, trying to cover up her anxiety. She picked up her book and turned away from Scott thankful that her dark skin would most likely cover up her blushing.
    “So what's the disease of the day?" he asked.
    "Fibromyalgia," she said, spinning around in her desk chair to face him. "It's a disorder, not a disease that involves pain in your muscles, ligaments, and tendons."
    Scott flashed his lopsided grin. "Are you looking this up for me? Are you trying to figure out what's wrong with my shoulder?"
    "Don't flatter yourself ," she said as she spun away from him again so he wouldn't see that he was right. "Why are you here anyway? It's a Saturday night. Shouldn't you be out with your girlfriend?"
    Scott shrugged. "I didn't really feel like going to someone's house and sitting around watching everyone get