Billie Bob Taylor-Pereira
"Bobby," Benedito stared back at me with a small smile. He looked different. Extremely different. He wore a white shirt with denim jeans and white sneakers. A simple silver watch on his wrist and even though I insisted I would not care, he still wore his wedding band. His hair was curly as always and dark as night but chopped to brush against his shoulders.
He let go of the beard and had just a light scruff on his face. The scar that used to run over his upper lip was extremely faint and the one on his eyebrow as well which did not give him the effect that he was glaring at you. Overall he looked friendlier, something I never thought I would say.
