When Saulo knocks on his daughter’s bedroom door, his face is still completely red. He waits a few seconds until Elisa opens the door and gives him a suspicious look.

“What is it, Dad? Are you still like this because of what we were talking about?” she asks, crossing her arms.

“That’s not it,” he replies with a weary sigh. “I just came to give you this. The taxi driver said you left it in the trunk.”

She looks at the bag, and the moment she recognizes it, a wicked smile spreads across her lips.