Melissa stays for a few seconds trying to remember who Fabrício was. He is probably one of the boys from Saint Gabriel, introduced by Pamela. The mere memory of him filled Melissa with contempt; she purses her lips and shakes her head.

“Ah, I'll call him tomorrow, now I want to go to my room and read something.”

“The phone is noted in the notebook. Good night, daughter.”

Melissa's father kisses her father goodnight on the forehead, pleased to see that she is not one of those desperate for boys.

The next day, Josias wakes up and stretches, still sleeping naked. As an excuse, Josias now thinks that the underwear he bought is too new to be used “for nothing” and it was too hot at night. But, now he decides to wear one to go down and work.

Upon entering the bathroom with the same sweatpants and shirtless, Josias is faced with Jeremiah bathing. The door was closed. When Josias closes it again, he is faced with something new: an A4 sheet pasted with the warning “Please keep the door closed!” Josias smiles and goes to the sink to brush his teeth.

“Pleased?” Jeremiah provokes him.

“Dude, you really want people to see you taking a shower!” Josias doesn't even look at Jeremiah and says at the same time that he brushes his teeth, “Not everyone wants to see you without clothes, you nut.”

“I'm just kidding you, you prissy.” Jeremiah turns off the shower faucet and takes the towel to dry himself, “Seu Teodoro could have spoken well or preached the warning without creating a scandal. I just find it funny, bringing up the subject as if it was something of national security.”

“You will change your mind when it is your wife or your daughter,” Josias says that and spits out the toothpaste hard as if he was spitting on Jeremiah. After rinsing his mouth, he wipes his face and leaves, without looking at Jeremiah once.

“Disgusting fellow...” Jeremiah curls up in the towel with his hands full of anger.

In the kitchen, having breakfast with Teodoro, Josias wastes no time. “Thank you very much for posting the warning, Seu Teodoro. Decency and good manners are grateful.”

“What is it, young man,” Teodoro gives a good laugh while pouring coffee, “It is always a pleasure to improve the lives of my tenants. I have been talking to some residents and they have agreed.”

“Except for Jeremiah,” Josias comments, chewing on the bread, “He seems to be one of those exhibitionists. Or he's thinking himself at a Mister Lagoon City contest.”

“Well, if he signs up, he has a chance to win.” Teodoro jokes, “I, at my age and with my paunch, they wouldn't even accept my application.”

Josias surrenders to relaxation and also smiles at the joke. Teodoro doesn't like sadness and grimaces and does his best to make everyone happy.

After drinking coffee, Josias goes to the building. Romualdo greets him.

“It looks like you didn't spend a dime on what I gave you.” He plays.

“No way, Seu Romualdo,” Josias laughs, “I was not going to dirty clothes that still smell like the store.”

“You're right, and since these sweatpants are already dirty with cement and dirt, better keep it on. But, not even a T-shirt?”

“The ones I bought will be for staying at home or going out. Don't worry, I'm getting used to working without one already.”

“You know, son.” Romualdo looks up, “Maybe today it will make a rough sun.”

“It's good that I get a little color.” Josias tries to be a joker like the others.

Today demanded a lot of cement to plaster, and, at ten in the morning, the sun reached its maximum, burning Josias's back and arms. Uélton walked past him feeling sorry.

“If you talk to my mom, she'll get you an old Wallace T-shirt.” He says at three in the afternoon.

“Your brother Wallace is going to start charging for the clothes he loses to me.” Josias shakes his head, “I'm fine, buddy.”

“It is giving me agony to see you bending over to the sun as you move this hoe.” Uélton is serious, “Doesn't the heat bother you?”

“I get used to it.” Josias shrugs and continues to prepare the mortar for plastering.

Really? When the afternoon approaches and the sun finally relieves its rays, the lightest breeze that touches Josias makes his skin burn. He says goodbye to everyone and holds an expression of discomfort when one of the masons touches him on the shoulder.

Upon returning to the building, Teodoro notices Josias as red as shrimp.

“Gee, Josias! Were you at the beach?” Teodoro was not kidding.

“Today the sun got heavy with us,” Josias admits against his will.

“I recommend a moisturizer or sunscreen. If you don't already have it, buy it at the pharmacy tomorrow. It seems to be a woman's thing, but it's good for you who are exposed to the sun.”

Jeremiah returns from service wearing overalls, walking as if he was on a catwalk. Seeing Josias, he starts to laugh.

“Wow, man, you have this habit of not wearing a shirt, look what happened!”

“Josias is working with Seu Romualdo.” Teodoro explains with a grimace.

“Oh, and then I'm the exhibitionist. You're exposed on the street for women to check the body. But, you still need to eat too many beans to make an impression.”

“At least they don't see me naked, you sucker!” Josias explodes and extends his hand to Teodoro. Fearing a fight, Teodoro quickly gives the key to Josias and he leaves for his room.