Setting: A cozy café in Madrid. Two friends, Lucía (the superstitious one) and Sofía (the rational one), are sitting by the window with coffee and a half-eaten slice of cake from Lucía’s birthday celebration.
Lucía (grinning):
Sofía, I knew it! I blew out all the candles in one go last night—and I already got a message from Álvaro this morning. He finally asked me out! That’s proof! Birthday candle wishes work!
Sofía (raising an eyebrow):
Lucía, I’m happy for you, but come on… Álvaro texting you the morning after your birthday doesn’t mean your wish magically came true because you expelled air over a cake. He probably just saw your Instagram story.
Lucía (mock offended):
Excuse me! That was a strategic breath. One clean blow. The universe rewards commitment.
Sofía (laughing):
Or maybe Álvaro saw your story, realized you looked stunning, and finally grew a spine. You’ve liked each other for ages. This isn’t cosmic candle-blowing karma—it’s just human behavior.
Lucía:
You say that, but explain why every time I don’t blow all the candles out at once, something goes wrong. On my 25th birthday, I sneezed mid-blow—remember? I wished for a promotion and instead got stuck in that nightmare job with Marta from HR who thought cinnamon was a personality.
Sofía (snorting into her coffee):
That job sucked, yes. But I doubt your career was determined by your birthday lung capacity. Maybe Marta was the real curse.
Lucía:
Well, maybe. But traditions have weight for a reason. There’s something magical about making a wish and sealing it with that puff of air. It’s like… a sacred ritual!
Sofía:
It’s sugar, fire, and carbon dioxide. The only magic happening is thermodynamics. Honestly, it’s sweet and symbolic, but not supernatural.
Lucía:
So you’ve never made a wish blowing out candles?
Sofía:
Of course I have—when I was seven and wished for a pony named Comet. Didn’t get one, but I got a hamster named Pedro. Close enough, I guess.
Lucía (teasing):
See? The universe delivers—with shipping delays.
Sofía:
More like your parents got the pet they could afford and fit in an apartment. Look, I get the charm of traditions. They’re fun. They give us a sense of control in a chaotic world. But they’re not cause-and-effect.
Lucía:
So you don’t believe in any superstitions? Not even knocking on wood?
Sofía:
Nope. Though I do knock on wood… mostly so people stop judging me when I don’t. Social pressure is powerful.
Lucía:
Exactly! That shared belief creates a kind of collective energy.
Sofía:
Maybe. Or maybe it’s just herd behavior with emotional meaning. Look, if it makes you feel good to blow out your candles and believe in your wish, that’s fine. But don’t expect the universe to run on birthday rituals.
Lucía:
And you shouldn’t dismiss the possibility that something bigger is at play. Not everything can be measured in a lab.
Sofía (smiling):
True. But most things can be explained with logic and evidence. Including Álvaro liking your selfie.
Lucía:
Okay, okay. How about this—next year, I’ll blow out all the candles and send a killer birthday post. That way, I’ve got science and superstition on my side.
Sofía (grinning):
A fusion strategy. I like it. Just don’t try to cure a cold with horoscopes, okay?
Lucía (laughing):
Only if Mercury’s not in retrograde.
[They both laugh and clink their coffee cups, letting their worldviews coexist—one breath of belief and one gust of reason.]
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