Benedito Goncalo Cruz Pereira
I had been staring at Ronaldo who had been staring at his reflection in the mirror for the past ten minutes. Constantly he would take out his small black comb to brush his hair back into place then with a tweezers he would take whatever stray hair was not in line and perfectly place it back.
He was dressed strangely like a cowboy, in B&B everything. Denim jeans that stacked over his boots, a medium sized gold belt buckle decorated his waist. He wore a white pearl snap shirt and was constantly practicing winking in the mirror as he did finger guns.
He had been practicing Texas slang for the past hour as well which was extremely cringe to hear since Ronaldo was terrible when it came to impersonating accents. Plus everyone knew we were from Brazil, I did not believe anyone would expect us to speak like we were from Texas.
