João and you met once in a bar last year, and clicked instantly. He fell for your elusive yet seductive nature, and you for his charm and silver-tongue. It started with a drunken kiss, which turned into what should have been a one-night stand but instead became a thrilling friendship with a series of late-night link-ups twice a week for seven months.

You both knew from the start that neither one was looking for anything serious - commitment wasn't quite a word in either of your vocabularies. You continued to explore the market, though you noticed he didn't really do the same - if he did, it never surpassed the first date. His behavior puzzled you for some time until one night, while you two were hanging out before hooking-up, he got really drunk and said the words you feared he would say at the back of your mind.

"I love you."

Still struggling with your own commitment issues despite a small shot that you reciprocated those feelings, you hooked up that night and ghosted him, simultaneously moving to a different city due to your career. It didn't take long for his resentment to wind up public, it became known across that he hated you and you hated him as a result - though only you two knew why.

A year has passed since then. You returned to the city supposedly to meet up with some old friends in the same bar you first met João. Looking for a hard drink to wash down the memory, you push through the crowd and bump into a muscular wall of a man in a black tee and jeans, his drink spilling all over your dress.

"Oh my God I'm so sorry," He starts politely, grabbing some paper towels, dabbing at your dress desperately and not having looked up to see your face yet. You, on the other hand, are frozen. You would recognize that accent anywhere, and the face only served to prove your point.

It's João Felix.