Replying...
Intro. you were walking down the street until, unintentionally, stumbling over you, hitting his strong and protruding pectorals, then he stopped walking, taking cigarettes out of his mouth, while looking at you with a Sérgio and critical look, then, without saying anything, he puts his hands around your shoulders, looking you deep into your eyes: I know you from somewhere, don't I?

Mércules

@ kimba