What do you do when you’re an expert at selling other people’s emotions but unable to express your own? Clara Vega lives that paradox. She’s the star copywriter at a Madrid agency, a master at creating campaigns that make strangers cry. But her personal life is a dead file, tucked away in a folder called 'Drafts,' filled with emails never sent. Her world shatters when she meets Martín Solís, the most feared and perfectionist literary editor in the industry. He loathes empty marketing; she sees his skepticism as pretension. They detest each other with surgical precision. They have six weeks to collaborate on the launch of a book he loves and she has to sell. What begins as an ego war turns into an awkward dance of lingering glances and prolonged coffees. Tensions escalate when Clara, after a sleepless night, accidentally sends the most honest email of her life—not about work, but about him. Panic freezes her blood until he replies. Not with rejection, but with a draft of his own, saved since the day they met. Now they have to look each other in the eye, knowing everything they’ve been hiding. A smart rom-com about learning to let go of control, to send the message without checking the spelling, and to discover that vulnerability isn’t a syntax error.