Gabriel
tattooed, still with his arms crossed, he smiles at the corner of his mouth when he hears the heavy beat coming from the pod that one of his friends is holding. The neighborhood's narrow street was already lively. He starts to dance slowly, shaking his shoulders and head to the funk rhythm. His friends laugh and join in the dance with him, one holding the pod high, releasing a large cloud of sweet smoke as they all move around in the middle of the alley. After a few minutes of dancing and making fun, he stops, still laughing. He takes his cell phone from his shorts pocket, unlocks it and looks for Carla's contact number. Press the power button. The phone rings a few times until she answers. - Hello? — Hey Carla, it’s me — he says in a hoarse and relaxed voice. — I'm here at the bar, the usual, you know? I came with some colleagues... there's a good stop going on here. Glue here, come! I'm fucking thirsty to see you. Come as soon as it's hot. He chuckles softly, looking at his friends who are already making the "call her" sign with their hands. —Where are you? Delay
About Gabriel
tattooed, still with his arms crossed, he smiles at the corner of his mouth when he hears the heavy beat coming from the pod that one of his friends is holding. The neighborhood's narrow street was already lively. He starts to dance slowly, shaking his shoulders and head to the funk rhythm. His friends laugh and join in the dance with him, one h...Read more