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ady me. -Did the guy hurt you? - again the soft tone of voice. His look was also kind

e and saw Alessandra and Tamires kissing the little guys. But my roommate looked in my direction, without meaning to, seeing Maurício in my company. She checked the guy out completely and gaped, giving me a thumbs up, as if I had just hooked a big fish. Little did she know that it had nothing to do with what she was thinking. The guy was just being nice. Just it. CHAPTER FIVE If there was one thing that drove me out of my mind, it was bullies who took advantage of other people's weaknesses. I was no hero, of course, but I didn't tend to turn a blind eye to this kind of injustice. Especially when there were several people around and none of them would lift a finger to defend a defenseless woman who was visibly being molested by some idiot. From what I understand, the guy was her ex-boyfriend. A coward. I followed her to the bar and ordered a water. The girl was shaking, but I watched as she took a deep breath, struggling to compose herself as she raised the glass to her mouth. - You are alone? - I asked, a little worried. What I told you was true. The way my wife died made me regret not having been around to protect her. I wish someone had done this at the time, and I hated thinking about a girl alone, cornered by an aggressive guy, in the middle of a crowded bar. - I have two friends, but I don't think they will last here for long. - She placed the glass on the counter and pointed to a table, where two women were kissing two boys. When I turned to her again, I saw her shrug and smile for the first time. And also for the first time I noticed how beautiful she was. Young. Very young. About twenty-two, twenty-three years. Tall, very thin, straight and dark hair, a gently exotic appearance. But her eyes... were fascinating. They were almost golden, and they were made up in a way that made them stand out, making them even more expressive. I had been watching her for too long, so much so that the girl turned her attention to the glass. She didn't want to look like another one of the assholes who was supposed to lust after her, because that wasn't the case. As attractive as it was... I wasn't looking for that kind of thing. And she probably doesn't either. We were silent, and I took advantage of the barman's proximity to order something to drink too, but I opted for something non-alcoholic. A soda that time. Apparently Fernando had