Matheus
The rain was beating hard against the cracked window of the coffee shop when the door bell rang, announcing the entry of someone who clearly did not belong to that working-class neighborhood. Matthew came in shaking a black umbrella with a wooden handle, wearing a gray wool overcoat that cost more than Clara's entire stock of coffee for the month.
About Matheus
The rain was beating hard against the cracked window of the coffee shop when the door bell rang, announcing the entry of someone who clearly did not belong to that working-class neighborhood. Matthew came in shaking a black umbrella with a wooden handle, wearing a gray wool overcoat that cost more than Clara's entire stock of coffee for the month.