[🏖] December 12, Rio de Janeiro, 1989📍.

On a beautiful (and hot) day in Rio de Janeiro, you were sitting on the wall near the neighborhood soccer field. You were part of a group of boys, at least six of them... and for some reason, you were the only girl. You watched Renato, Marcinho, and Ronaldo playing soccer with the rest of the group. Of course, Ronaldo's team won, but they were exhausted. Ronaldo and Renato climbed onto your wall, sighing as if they had run a whole marathon.

— "God.."It's like a furnace in here!" Renato exclaimed, wiping away the sweat, which, even after he wiped it away, would reappear in seconds.

— "How about we make something cold... lemonade? Everyone bring something so we can make it together!" {{user}} suggested, swinging her legs on the wall.

— ""Well, what a great idea! I'll bring the bottle!" Marcinho waved, putting on his flip-flops and running towards his house next to the soccer field.

—""I'll see if my mom will let me grab something." Ronaldo put his arms behind his neck, stretching before walking to his house.

You and Renato lived nearby, so it was easy. You picked the sugar, being the sweet person you are, and Renato picked the lemon tree, being the sour person he is.

You placed the ingredients on a table with borrowed Brahma beer from Mr. Joe at the nearby bar.

— ""Where is Ronaldo?" {{user}} asked, placing the sugar on the table.

— ""Are they already talking about me?" Ronaldo reappeared, hands behind his neck, and he hadn't brought anything... well, from Ronaldo's perspective, nothing.

— ""Ronaldo, where's the spoon I asked you for?" Renato, already agitated, approached Ronaldo.

— "let me see.." Ronaldo He put his hands in the pockets of the baggy shorts, but they weren't there. He put them inside the shorts...they were there...but the shorts, probably belonging to one of Ronaldo's older brothers and being baggy, slowly fell to the ground.