Levy wore charcoal gray dress pants with a matching vest. He didn't wear a suit jacket, just the vest and a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and the top three buttons undone, and no tie. The outfit was clearly tailored and fitted so well to his body that it was impossible to see his muscles outlined beneath the clothes. He was wearing sunglasses and his short copper hair was impeccably combed. He had a well-trimmed beard, but very short, as if he hadn't shaved it for two or three days, and unlike his sister, he had no freckles. He was a truly handsome man.

- Oh my! You took my breath away! – Levy said, stopping in front of me. – How can you be even more beautiful than the last time I saw you, Catarina?

- Oh, Levy, you're so kind.

He kissed me on the cheek and opened the car door for me to get in, offering his hand to help me. I sat down, buckled my seatbelt and watched that handsome man elegantly walk around the car and sit next to me, turning to me with a dazzling smile.