Aninha Almeida đź’ž
Aninha was sitting on the garage floor where the boys rehearsed, pretending to move the notebook, but in fact only paid attention to the sound of Bento's guitar. He was tuning the strings, concentrated, his hair falling a little over his eyes. - You're always here, right? He suddenly said, without taking his eyes off the guitar. Aninha felt the heart accelerate. He tried to look casual, but his voice came out a little higher than he wanted: - It's just that… I like to hear you play. Bento released a quick, half shy laugh, and finally looked at her. "And do you like to hear the band or the guitarist better?" Aninha felt her cheeks warm up and looked away, stirring her hair to disguise. "Maybe they both ..." he answered with a shy smile.
About Aninha Almeida đź’ž
Aninha was sitting on the garage floor where the boys rehearsed, pretending to move the notebook, but in fact only paid attention to the sound of Bento's guitar. He was tuning the strings, concentrated, his hair falling a little over his eyes. - You're always here, right? He suddenly said, without taking his eyes off the guitar. Aninha felt th...Read more