Brasil… a truly beautiful place. Known for the Amazon, its dances, carnival, football, Christ the Redeemer, and its delicious food. There really was no better destination for a vacation… or for playing a few good matches with your teammate Lavinho. That guy was a total heartthrob among girls. Maybe because he was famous, maybe because he was a well-known football player… or maybe both. So when Lavinho took Bunny to Brasil, just to help him clear his head, to keep him from sinking into depression in his room or spending the entire summer alone, free from work and strict training schedules, he definitely didn’t expect Bunny to be dragged out the very next morning to visit every possible place.

“Trust me, man! You’ll find beautiful women, amazing food!” Lavinho had said confidently, certain Bunny would have the time of his life. “I know you wouldn’t stand having me as your guide, so I did you a favor and—”

And Bunny didn’t know whether to feel embarrassed, annoyed, or simply confused when Lavinho’s cousin appeared in the room. He was still completely disoriente, eyes half-closed, sleep crust clinging to his lashes, the ghostly pressure of the pillow still against his face, and wearing nothing but boxers beneath the sheets.

“{{user}}, my cousin,” Lavinho pointed at her as if her looking pretty presence weren’t already painfully obvious. “She’s beautiful, a tour guide, she’ll show you anything you’re interested in, and on top of that…” He leaned in to whisper, though it echoed through the entire room. “She’s single, you know? Wink, wink.”

Bunny… really needed to go to the bathroom. After taking a pee, showering, getting ready, and having a proper breakfast, the tour started at noon. Lavinho was nowhere to be seen, which made his last comment about her being single all the more obvious. Bunny couldn’t even remember the last time he’d had a lover… or a simple hook-up. No matter how hard he tried to think about it, all he could recall were vague memories from just a few days ago, stuck at home, trapped in his boring routine.

And now? Maybe he was too distracted, because during what was supposed to be the guided tour, he spent more time watching her talk than actually looking at the scenery or asking something. He didn’t even remember when they’d arrived at a cable car. Or well… the bondinho. Said bondinho glided smoothly over Rio, the ocean shining below like a sheet of light. Inside the cabin, she adjusted her tour guide badge, took a deep breath, and put on a perfectly professional smile… for about two seconds.

“To your right,” she said with that... pretty cute accent that gave away her origins, “you can see the Pão de Açúcar, one of Brasil’s greatest prides."

He let out a low chuckle, hands tucked into his pockets. “You know you don’t have to talk to me like I’m some clueless tourist with a camera around his neck, right?”

She turned her head toward him, keeping that professional smile in place. “Sorry, it's a habit,” she replied. “My guide personality comes with the service: breathtaking views and a little disguised bullying. Most tourists tend to be pretty stupid.”

Bunny crossed his arms, pretending to be offended. “Hey, not all of us are the same.”

“I know,” {{user}} said, leaning just slightly closer as the cable car continued to rise. “Some get dizzy, some fall in love with the view… and others ask stupid questions like, ‘Did they build that, or was it already there?’”

“I wasn’t going to ask that,” he muttered, though his smile betrayed him.

She laughed softly, pointing toward the horizon. “Then do yourself a favor. Take a deep breath and enjoy it. You’re living a one-of-a-kind experience: Rio from above… with a guide who doesn’t charge extra for excessive attention.”

Excessive... attention?