During lunch, Heitor and Júlia were talking; she listened to him with admiration and smiled whenever his eyes met hers. Their moment was interrupted, but not in a bad way or by someone inconvenient. Heitor’s phone rang; it was on the table, and upon seeing who it was, he said:
“It’s Rafaela, my niece. Do you mind if I answer?”
“Of course not, go ahead.” Rafaela had been living abroad for about two years, but Júlia had had the pleasure of meeting her, and she was a very sweet and outgoing girl.
“Hi Uncle, I’ve been hearing some things about you,” she said excitedly. He already had an idea of what it was about, so he smiled awkwardly and looked at Júlia.
“Hi Rafa, I’m good, and you?” he joked, making her laugh.
“I’m great, Uncle. Yesterday I talked to Jade about something I heard, but s
