Breakfast

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He picked up his phone from the car's dashboard, and I eagerly waited for him to ask for my number, which I promptly provided.

"I think it's best for you to go inside, after all, it's very late for us to be out here in the middle of the street," Joshua said, as always using his common sense.

But I don't have as much common sense as he does, and I couldn't resist asking something I needed to know right now.

"Do you have someone?"

"Someone? I don't understand the question," he seemed genuinely confused.

"If you're married, have a girlfriend or fiancée... or someone you're seeing, whatever it may be!" I explained, a little impatiently.

"Is this how you ask that nowadays in Brazil?"

"You're not Brazilian?"

"I've been out of the country for the past six years, but in response to your other question... I don't have anyone," he said, despite his playful tone, his expression was serious.

"When we ask a man if he's single, he says yes..." I clarify his question. "But if he has a girlfr