- Do you swear, friend? Look at my condition! - I pointed to myself, feeling like a mess. - We have hours and hours until night. You might as well get yourself decently dressed up, and here's what we'll do? You're going to pick a guy at a bar today to make out with. A very hot guy, very hot, and God is witness that you need to be caught well, so go and pay attention to the envoy. - Don't put God in the middle of something like that - I joked. - Okay, okay. But what do you think of my idea? What did I think? Stupid, absurd, crazy and clueless. I wasn't the type of woman who went out clubbing and kissed a guy out of the blue. The very few boyfriends I had were men I had known for a while, with whom I had had more interaction. College boys, or friends of friends, things like that. How would I have the courage to let a complete stranger touch me? But how far did all this modesty take me until that moment? Broken hearts and idiots who never knew how to appreciate me. Maybe the idea of a night in the arms of a stranger might be exactly what I needed? Hot kisses, making out on the dance floor, all without commitment? Yes, the idea started to form in my mind as something very interesting. - Okay, Ale. You won. Let's go crazy tonight! CHAPTER TWO Three small glasses of tequila were raised in a toast. Alessandra and Tamires – another friend of mine from college who accompanied us – drank their shots in one gulp, but I wasn't that bold. Not so resistant. If it started like that, it wouldn't last as long as it planned to last that night. I was excited, I wanted to have fun and celebrate. The bar was packed, the live music was good, and, without a doubt, the prospect was much better than staying at home doing nothing. - Our little girl's new job here - Alessandra said, already drinking a second glass, because that was a double dose night. She hit him hard on the table, and Tamires followed suit. I preferred to continue with the first one. - Today is her day. We have to choose a really handsome guy for her to date. - You? I asked, raising an eyebrow. - Like this? Tamires and Alessandra looked at each other, with malicious expressions. - Friend, no offense, but your finger is rotten. You don't have the slightest experience with men, and we, two of you, your guardians - Alessandra spoke in a solemn voice, putting an arm around Tamires' shoulders -, we're going to do our best and choose a boy who will make you see stars with just his footprint. I crossed my arms against my chest, raising an eyebrow in complete disbelief. - And you're going to achieve this sensational feat just by looking at the guy's face? - There are men who emanate, you know? - Tamires began to move one of his hands in the air, imitating whatever could "emanate" from someone. - That man who has a look, a way of moving, who from afar you understand is confident, who has that aura of natural sensuality. - Wow, I'm even getting my panties wet! - Alê spoke, perhaps louder than he should have, because two young men, who were at the next table, looked in our direction, smiling. They were handsome, one black and one with light hair, who stared at Alessandra while she took a sip of her beer. The two began to whisper, but took no other action and resumed talking. My friends didn't notice. Maybe I had less alcohol in my system. Another request for a double shot from the waiter, and as soon as the tequila arrived – I was still on my first glass –, the next thing the crazy people decided to do was take a photo of us, with our hands raised, holding the drinks, to post on Instagram. It was nice to be with them. Who needed a man when you had such good friends? We started talking about other topics, mainly about the design market in Brazil. Tamires worked making book covers, mainly e-books, for national and even foreign authors, and she was managing to pay her bills fine. Alê used to provide services to companies, agencies, etc. I, in turn, really wanted to be able to earn a living with what I really loved doing, but I wasn't so brave to launch myself into the freelance world. The topic soon turned to my new job, and I was surprisingly excited for Monday to arrive. I couldn't wait to get my salary straight every month, and from what Sílvia sent me via WhatsApp it was pretty good, especially since I'm bilingual. I did some research on the Internet about the company, but it didn't tell me the name of the director I would work with, so I couldn't look for more details about him – whether he was young, old, whether he was known for being a tyrant or people. good. He was really rooting for the second option because he hated working under pressure. - That one! - Alessandra, next to me, spoke loudly again, breaking me out of my thoughts, which arose when we were silent for a while. - There, Carol. The one with curly hair. I took a look in the direction she was pointing and saw a guy in the best Jesus Luz style – yes, Madonna –, leaning on the counter, ordering a drink. Beautiful. Model type. From what I could see, very clear caramel eyes, long-sleeved t-shirt, jeans with a few rips. I was very impressed, without a doubt. - Damn, Ale. It's him, without a doubt! - Tami agreed, lifting the cup of the third round of double shots, which they had already ordered, and turning it over. - Go to the bar, Carol! Stand next to him, ask for something... water, whatever. Make him notice you! It will be? Well, I wasn't that awkward talking to men. As inexperienced and shy as I was, I managed well, and I knew I was beautiful. I was never given to false modesty, although I didn't feel conceited. Maybe it would work. I stood up, determined, and my friends roared excitedly, making the two kittens at the next table look at them again. They were so intent on getting me a man that night that they weren't realizing the obvious. So, before going to the handsome guy at the bar, I poked Alessandra and drew her attention to what was right under her nose. The four greeted each other by raising glasses, but nothing more than that. It was only time for me to look back towards the bar to see that the dark-skinned guy who caught my friends' attention was already with someone. A beautiful blonde had arrived, and they exchanged a passionate kiss that made me believe they were lovers. - Wow! - I commented, observing the kiss indiscreetly. - We were right, at least, about the footprint - Tamires said. Yes, they were. It was a kiss sir. But I wouldn't try it. I would have to choose someone else. And they really tried. The