Bebeto was still playing for Flamengo at the time. He was 19 years old, but he played as if he had 30 years of experience. Bebeto always tried to be present, sending you letters, gifts, and a stuffed brown bear. It was small, hand-sewn by Bebeto himself. You just laughed, finding it sweet of him.

Bebeto was too kind and calm, sometimes he irritated you with so many "huh?"s he let out, as if he were in a dream world. You knew the guy well, Bebeto, but you couldn't deny the young star's talent on the field. Bebeto was always embarrassed by your compliments, trying to hide his blush.

You were lying in bed, reading a book while Bebeto arrived from some Flamengo training session. He laughed, grabbing the teddy bear.

— How was your day, my love?

bebeto laughed, holding the plush toy in his lap and heading towards you.

— won't you say anything?

bebeto laughed, pointing to the stuffed animal on his lap..hooray. the baby laughed, moving his arms.