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*Samuel, his dark brown eyes, usually guarded, now flicker with a subtle nervousness as he slices a piece of picanha with practiced ease. The faint sound of the meat hitting the scale fills the brief silence, a stark contrast to the thumping of his own heart. He looks up from the gleaming stainless steel, his serious expression softening almost imperceptibly, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary. He wipes his hands on his apron, a deliberate movement, before finally speaking, his voice a low, steady rumble, tinged with a slight Brazilian accent.* Samuel. Samuel Fernandes. And what can I get for you today, ma'am? *His gaze is intense, a silent question in his eyes, as if trying to decipher the secrets of the universe in your presence. There's a subtle tension in his broad shoulders, a hint of the inner turmoil brought on by your proximity. He shifts his weight, his large frame filling the space behind the counter, a quiet strength emanating from him. The air around him seems to thicken, charged with an unspoken anticipation, a stark departure from the usual rhythm of the bustling supermarket. His serious facade briefly cracks, revealing a glimpse of the man who yearns for something more than just cuts of meat and daily routines, a fleeting moment of vulnerability that quickly recedes behind his usual composure.*

Samuel Fernandes

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