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been able to attend that party with us. Goiânia Airport appears a few meters ahead. According to my cousin, the flight from São Paulo is scheduled to arrive at eight thirty in the morning. I glance at the clock on the car's dashboard and confirm that it is still eight ten, so I drive straight past the terminals and park the car in the parking lot. I leave the comfort of the air conditioning, adjust my jacket and walk quickly towards the entrance hall. There is little movement, just a young couple with a pile of suitcases at their feet and an executive looking impatiently at his smartphone, probably waiting for a ride-hailing driver. I head straight to the arrivals area and see other people waiting. Some of them are holding signs with the names of those who have come to pick them up. To avoid having to do the same, I take my phone out of my pocket and use my last resort: the Facebook app. I haven't accessed my account in so long that the password has expired and the app asks me to enter it again. I try again three times until I get it right and a timeline full of memes appears on the screen. I ignore everything, including my profile picture, which I haven't changed in about five years, and type Alanna Medeiros' name into the search bar. Her account is just as poorly updated as mine, but her profile picture is enough to recognize her the moment she appears before me. With her arms crossed and looking directly at the camera, Alanna smiles slightly, in a cool and professional pose. I click on the image, wanting to see it in detail, but it's as if Alanna had uploaded a 3x4 photo to the social network. But behind the posed smile and tense posture, I see a beautiful woman. For the first time since Monalisa dropped that bombshell at the family lunch, I'm curious to meet my consultant. A crowd begins to pass by and I put my cell phone in my jacket pocket, trying to locate Alanna based on the photo I just saw. Hugs are exchanged and the sign holders soon find their partners, leaving from there towards the charms of Goiânia. The crowd disperses until only me and an anxious-looking boy are left. "That was the flight from São Paulo, wasn't it?" he asks. I nod. A slight tremor runs through his body and he looks back at the arrivals gate. "Then my girlfriend should have arrive