Rio de Janeiro, Brazil

- So, what did you get? - said Enzo to Vini, when he got off the bus and asked about the conversation he had with Belgium.

- Good luck, kid. - said Leandro for the very last time, closing the door and departing.

- I said we would have a chat tomorrow.

Enzo didn't seem very excited by this information.

- That's it? A chat? I wasted my time so you could just talk to the girl?

Vini pointedly ignored Enzo. For good. Again. After two hours of traffic, rain, a woman screaming and heavy winds, they finally walked through the black front gate of "Lake" and said "hello" to the doormen, who promptly answered. The pair made their way through the narrow but beautiful hallway, full of strong leafy plants and Portuguese stones in silence, so as not to cause any more disturbance. Due to the timing, they could hear a lot, from mundane conversations among the residents on the floors above to restless insects such as crickets and grasshoppers.

Fortunately, they were able to have a little more peace when accessing the elevator. Even though Enzo lives in the apartment above Vini, he pressed floor 10.

- You don't actually live on the tenth floor.

- And you're not going to just talk to Belgium.

- Again with this talk crap?

- Exactly! That's the whole point! Chitchat! Which you don't do with a girl like Belgium. Unless you want to end up in the bathroom playing with your lollipop until you pass out asleep alone with the smell of your own perspiration.

- I didn't really need to know that. - Vini whined. - But how do you know that Belgium is not... You but without a ding?

Enzo didnt say a word. He looked to the other direction, as if he was hiding something. And of course Vini noticed.

- Oh, Enzo! Holy shit! Is there a girl in that family that you haven't screwed?

- Mrs. Europe.

- Bite me, Enzo.

Enzo accompanied him to his apartment. As said before, Vini lived on the floor below, so there wouldn't be much drama in going up or down a floor in the middle of the night.

- Can I get you anything? - Vini offered after opening the door.

- I'll take a cigar.

- Nobody smokes here, Enzo.

- Then I don't wanna eat.

- I'll take a cigar.

- Nobody smokes here, Enzo.

- Then I don't wannna eat.

- My aunt made a dessert, would you like some?

- I told you, I'm not hungry.

- You'll like it.

Vini went to the kitchen and left Enzo all alone in the living room. As the poet says, it is not good to leave children on their own, because they can mess with everything. Obviously, we were not dealing with a toddler, but the phrase would come in handy for Enzo as easily. While waiting, he noticed that Vini's cell phone kept vibrating on the glass table. Not being a genius, he started to snoop around on his friend's cell phone without his permission. And he was not at all impressed.

- Holy shit. - he said, silently.

When he returned, Vini was very angry with Enzo poking around on his cell phone. He took it from his hands and complained:

- Holy fuck, Enzo, you can't stay two minutes without adult supervision!

- What kind of bullshit is this with Belgium? Do you want to be her friend?

- Can we discuss this in the morning?

- I doubt it very much.

Vini has brought a rectangular glass jar and placed it in the center of the also rectangular table in the living room.

- There you go. Do you want it?

Enzo pointed to the colorful jelly-like thing that began to jiggle in the jar, and then made a funny and suggestive face.

- What the heck is it? - Enzo asked.

- It's jelly. - Vini clarified. - Would you like some?

- I don't eat it, Vini.

- And what do you actually eat?

- Do you really want me to mention it?

- No, no, I don't! I don't want it! You're a fucking picky eater.

- That means I'm yummy, isn't it?

- No, you moron! It means that if our plane crashes in the middle of the desert, you'll be the guy asking if we have nuggets!

- Do you have any nuggets?

- Shut up, Enzo.

In the end, Vini was a good friend and left Enzo standing alone outside the apartment. A short time later, he realized that his friend wouldn't invite him in again and had no choice but to use the elevator to the top floor and return to his place. Without the conversation about Belgium, Ms. Europe and without the jelly. For good, i guess.