But this time... I didn't want to open it.
Because someone who affects me the way she does...
will have to feel it too.
I knew I couldn't take too many risks, couldn't slip up with her. As much as I wanted to impress, I couldn't go around showing my face as if I were just anyone. My name carries too much weight, and wherever I step becomes news. So I started thinking of something out of the ordinary, off the usual path, but still impactful. A place that was beautiful, discreet, but showed that I cared. That I thought. I thought of Rocinha.
In one of those high restaurants, with a beautiful view of the city, where the foreigners go crazy, pay a fortune to eat fish on a clay plate and take pictures with waiters with accents. The reality is that it's a tourist spot, yes, and I know that.
