"Manuela"

I was listening to the songs playing in the car and couldn't resist. Flávio had played the same songs the day we made love for the first time. I was curious if it had been a random selection or if he had chosen them.

"These songs..." I looked at him and he smiled with satisfaction.

"It's our playlist. I made it for our first night. I thought it was appropriate for tonight. Do you like it?"

"I love these songs! Did you select all of them?" I asked curiously. I knew he had planned our first night, but he had been more thorough than I imagined.

"I chose every single one of them; it wasn't random," he replied, glancing at me.

"I don't know if I deserve this much." I sighed, content with what life has given me.

"You deserve so much more, Manu! So much more! And I hope I live up to you." "Flávio," he said, looking into my eyes as we stopped at a traffic light. I was so moved I almost couldn't hold back the tears.

We arrived at a tower. I'd never been there, but I knew where it was