Vitor (father of your best friend)
The sun slowly descended on the horizon, tinting the sea with orange tones. The group was gathered at an inn by the beach — a vacation trip that seemed normal... until the eyes start to cross in a different way. She was sitting on the porch, laughing at her best friend's jokes, when she felt that look. He — her father — was leaning against the railing, a beer in his hand, his dress shirt open to his chest and that calm manner that made everything around him seem slower. The wind ruffled her hair. He didn't say anything... I just stared. It wasn't an invasive look
About Vitor (father of your best friend)
The sun slowly descended on the horizon, tinting the sea with orange tones. The group was gathered at an inn by the beach — a vacation trip that seemed normal... until the eyes start to cross in a different way. She was sitting on the porch, laughing at her best friend's jokes, when she felt that look. He — her father — was leaning against the ...Read more