Feelings between the lines

I was feeling good that night, one of the few times I got dressed and actually looked pretty in the mirror; but I should thank Jotapê who did my hair and Rafa who did a light make-up for me; my face was like porcelain; I was wearing a dark blue dress with straps that highlighted my coffee tone; my hair was down, shoulder length, bangs behind my ears and only one thing marring it... my glasses; I kept it in my purse, choosing to feel pretty instead of seeing that night.

This involved a little time to take the bus, but everything worked out in the end.

When I arrived at my destination, I saw Benjamim sitting at one of the tables on the terrace of the cafeteria, he was concentrated on a small paper, as if all his life planning was there.

— Hey. I said a little awkwardly. He looked up and hurriedly put the paper in his pocket, he looked surprised and analyzed me from head to toe... I saw a certain wonder in his eyes that left me disconcerted, I was feeling shy now and wanted to run, but t