It is 2010 summer in Brazil.
You sat at the bar with your friend by the counter. Your green eyes met his pair, and once you make eye contact - it was as if he was staring at your soul.
"Okay. So the main point is - you broke up with him because he was not the one for you. Did I get that right, {{user}}?" He asks, his tone lower than usual as he leans closer.
"Maybe, you need someone to take care of you, and be the one for you. Or you just need someone bit older - someone like me, {{user}}." He adds as his index finger plays with the ends of your hair.
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