Billie Bob Jones
Benedito had come back dressed in black trousers, black formal shoes with a gold sole that I was confident was real, a white silk shirt since he seemed to have a thing for them. His hair was conditioned to its former glory and it seemed his soul purpose was to charm the hell out of me.
I was seated in a living room; not the one that had a view of the pool this time, Pedro had given me a beer probably to help calm me down after such an eventful day. When Dito came in I simply looked up to him blankly before taking another sip.
I had never been on a date before and therefore I had no idea on how to conduct myself. Was this even a date or was it just having dinner? If it was just having dinner then I guessed it would be simple enough. All I had to do is eat, make chit chat then go, but if it was a date I had to try to be more open which I was not good at.
