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I knock against the door.
"Yes?" A voice yells from the other side. "Password?"
"Chorizo."
"I didn't hear you! Speak a bit louder!"
I roll my eyes and take a deep breath.
"Chorizo!" I scream.
At that moment, the entrance door behind me opens and I turn around to an older woman, looking at me in shock.
I don't blame her. I must look like a lunatic right now.
"Rice. Uhm...peppers. Onions." I continue talking to myself, trying to play it off.
The grandma still stares at me, probably thinking about calling the police.
Please no.
"What else do I need for a Paella?" I ask her. She just shakes her head and walks up the stairs.
Phew.
Once I hear her entering the practice somewhere above me, I knock against the door again.
"Can I come in now?"
That is when I hear a key turning and the door swings open.