"You know I'm leaving, right?" Roberto asks, that brazilian accent dripping from his mouth like hot honey.

He doesn't even turn to you, just watches the sunset by your side as he quickly glances at you from the corner of his eyes. Roberto can't let go of his nonchalant ways, especially not now, but he's very aware of every movement of yours.

"Like, I appreciate the effort, giving me a place to stay..." He says, trailing off in what almost can be mistaken as longing. "Good place --- not for me, though."