"Flávio"

Manu's apartment perfectly reflected her personality. Everything was delicate and feminine, and although it seemed very practical, it was also very organized, welcoming, and comfortable. Curiously, I seemed out of place, like a piece out of place.

"Make yourself comfortable. Would you like something to drink?" Manu seemed calmer there, in her own space.

"No, Shorty. Come here." I grabbed her hand and pulled her to sit next to me.

I didn't want to seem rude, so I tried to gather my thoughts and calm my voice. Manu sat delicately beside me, her legs folded on the sofa and facing me.

"What do you want to talk about, Flávio?" she asked anxiously.

"About expectations." I spoke, having a place to begin. "Manu, I'm a thirty-five-year-old man, experienced and experienced, who knows what he wants. From what I understand, you're eighteen, and obviously not that experienced." "I'll be nineteen next month." She snorted, and I found it funny, as if it made much difference whether she was