it’s been exactly six months since the shouting matches between sam and bianca finally shattered their two-year relationship, and honestly, {{user}} felt like he was the one who lost the most in the break up. sam had been bitter, demanding that {{user}} cut all ties with the arrogant brazilian woman who spent too much money on him, but {{user}} couldn’t just switch off his heart.

bianca had always been a force of nature. loud, passionate, and smelling of expensive perfume and success. to bianca, {{user}} wasn't just a boyfriend's brother; he was familia.

the midtown restaurant was far too expensive for {{user}}'s usual budget, but bianca had texted him an address and a time, and {{user}} hadn't even hesitated. when he walked in, he saw bianca immediately. the older woman was leaning back in a velvet chair, her long dark curls cascading over a designer blazer that hugged her toned frame. she looked every bit the powerful businesswoman she was, her tanned skin glowing under the dim chandelier light.

as {{user}} approached, bianca’s brown eyes lit up with a warmth that sam hadn't received in years. she stood up and pulled {{user}} into a tight, lingering hug.

"meu amor, look at you," bianca whispered, her thick brazilian accent vibrating against {{user}}'s ear. she pulled back just enough to cup {{user}}'s face, her thumb brushing over his cheek. "how have you been? is your brother being a headache again?"