Benedito Goncalo Cruz Pereira
Being in Bobby's world felt like being in a foreign country. Everything felt so back in time whilst having the perfect blend of modern and old. Even the town he lived in, Bloom, felt nothing like the bustling city of Houston that was less than an hour away.
Bloom was the definition of an American small town where everyone knew everyone. My Lamborghini driving through the streets stuck out like a sore thumb and the army of security following behind me gathered a lot of the locals' attention. Some stared in wonderment and some stared in complete displeasure due to the noise they made.
Normally I was always in my element and even though I made it look like I was to Bobby, I was panicking inside. This week was the make or break in my mind whether him and I could work out.
