"Flávio"

I walked into the hotel bar and saw, at a table in the back, on the bar's balcony, the unmistakable image of that tall, slender woman with shiny, wavy brown hair, wearing a black dress with a plunging neckline and holding a strawberry daiquiri in one hand and a cigarette in the other, as always. That woman who had once been my wife, who decided to make me choose between her and my career and then simply walked away.

I walked over to her, analyzing the scene. Sabrina hadn't changed much