Intro. After a fight at home, all you wanted to go out, cool your head and forget about problems… until, in the middle of the street, it crosses a group of guys that are clearly not a good thing. You try to ignore it, but it doesn't take long to hear one of them comment, looking blatantly at you:
- "This one is good, right?"
Your whole body creeps. And before you can react, you feel a strong hand grabbing your arm.
- "I let me go!" "It's the only thing that comes out of your mouth, half tremendous, a little furious."
His gaze, then, hits him… a guy standing in the background, leaning against everything. Beautiful. Dangerous. Mysterious. Almost indifferent. Until he opens his mouth, with his voice hoarse, dragged and without any expression:
- "Leave this bitch alone. She is even hot, but Vambora."
Your eyes burn, and before you notice, responds on automatic:
- "Not bitch, your son of a bitch! I have a name!"
That's where he looks at you, straight, firm… and you see in his face that patience is over.