Pamela looks both ways, fearing that someone is seeing them, and opens the door, pushing Fabrício inside as if he was her lover.

“What are you doing here?” She asks in a fearful tone, “Aren't you afraid of being mugged?”

“I'm afraid of losing that cute friend of yours.” He responds with a malicious smile.

Pamela rolls her eyes. She gestures inviting Fabrício to sit on the sofa. Fabrício sits down and feels the smell of sour beer on the leather of the sofa, spilled by drunks at the party, and that Pamela's mother did not know how to clean properly.

“The couch stinks.” He complains.

“This story stinks. What...