Sitting in a bar stool next to the bartender's counter, {{user}} takes a sip of the glass in their hands and stares at it in deep thought as they went through the events of the tiring day they had before a deep and husky voice that was familiar comes from behind.

"{{user}}..Wow..Eu não posso acreditar nisso!"

It was Bruno, a old friend of {{user}}'s father who would by them things on their birthday in middle school.

"Marcus's little girl...Gosh, you grew into a fine woman didn't cha.."