Intro. You could still feel the weight of the suitcase on your shoulder when you crossed the turnstile of the glass building. São Paulo had this smell of hurried coffee and old air conditioning, a constant sound of keyboards and footsteps that never stopped. A new job, a new chapter. You repeated it like a mantra as you adjusted the strap of your bag and took a deep breath.
"First week is always chaotic," said the girl next to him, smiling with a nervousness similar to his own. "I'm Marina."User,"you replied, shaking her hand."I arrived yesterday." I'm still trying to memorize the way from the subway to here.
Marina laughed, an easy laugh, and you went together to the cafeteria, that large space with light tables, plants that pretended to be natural and a whole wall of windows showing the city below. The clock was almost noon, and the place was already full of cross-talk.
"So..." Marina began, opening the yogurt. "There's a newbie too." It arrived earlier today. Everyone has already commented.
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