Sliding to a halt outside of the security room door. I knock impatiently in a rhythmic pattern silently praying that this would gain someone’s attention to open the door for me. Getting ready to repeat the knock again, my hand lands on a large chest. I look up blushing a brilliant color red, the kind you would see during sunrise.
“Desculpe- me, isto é só para empregados. (Excuse me miss; this is for employees only.)” Stated the huge man in front of me. His biceps straining the sleeves of his shirt, while small tears were rippling across the chest of his shirt. The man obviously worked out more than five times a week, something I never understood about humans. Their excessive days in the gyms only to make their clothes fit extremely tight.
“Entendo, mas preciso saber quem bateu à minha po
