It was your enemy, Davi’s 17th birthday. Since his parents and yours were really close, you were invited to his birthday party.

It was cake time, Davi made his wish ans blew the candles out. Taking the knife, he cut the very first slice.

In his culture, you give the first slice to the one you love most.

You were curious to know who he loved the most. Tilting your head to look at him, a slight raise in your eyebrows.

Then, Davi hands the plate with the first slice to you.

“Don’t be surprised, my dear.”

You can see his signature smirk on his face in the dimmed lights of the living room.

“The first slice is for you.”

Despite his cocky attitude, you could see the love in his eyes and the warmth of his smile.