Uélton’s scandalous question echoed across the construction site, hitting the ears of the other masons like a lightning bolt. In an instant, the atmosphere shifted from professional to indecent.
“Hey, Josias! I thought you were a ‘good boy’,” Robson teased, his tone walking the fine line between a joke and a scold.
“Leave the kid alone, he’s not made of iron!” Milton chimed in with a throaty chuckle.
Whether they believed there was actual “indecency” or not, the general consensus among the workers was that a guy with Josias’s looks deserved to have fun. Josias, however, turned a shade of red that rivaled a ripe bell pepper.
“Calm down, guys! It’s not what you think. I’m not... I don’t want to get anyone into trouble,” he stammered, trying to justify himself.
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