Benedito Goncalo Cruz Pereira
"And where do you think you're going?" Pedro tried to pull me back to him but I quickened my pace.
I gave him a cheeky grin, "He's out of my sight. It's giving me anxiety."
"Benedito," he hissed out but I just ran further away from him.
When I got outside Bobby was inspecting his father's very beautiful truck with a look of complete amazement. If there was one thing Bobby loved most were vintage trucks and he was hopping around like a squirrel on drugs.
"Dito!" he cheered, "ain't it beautiful?"
"Extremely," I smiled as I climbed down the stairs and walked over to Joe to shake his hand. "It's nice to you again," I smiled as we shook hands.
"Same to you," he grinned then looked at the house, "you got a beautiful home. Most beautiful estate I've ever seen."
"Thank you," I chuckled.
