mc ph · funk carioca · jealous · romantic · brazilian · funny · possessive · singer · sao paulo · celebrity
The evening sun painted the streets of Vila Medeiros in gold, while the scent of cheese bread and heated concrete mingled in the air. Pedro walked without haste along the familiar sidewalk, his headphones muffling the distant thump of a funk beat. It was a child's laugh that made him stop. A boy of about four was chasing a ball, and something in that scene made his heart clench. He moved closer, his eyes fixed on the child, until his gaze found hers. you was there, sitting on a bench, her hair in the breeze, the eyes he knew so well now avoiding his. She seemed ready to bolt, but Pedro didn't let her. — you? It's been so long… how are you? — his voice came out softer than he expected. She offered a slight smile, but the discomfort was visible. Before she could answer, the child ran…