I forgot to say, in the previous chapter, that in Brazil the 👌 gesture doesn’t mean ‘okay’ like it does in the US or Europe. There, it’s actually considered pretty rude.
Just to avoid any confusion: Andrea’s not Brazilian (neither Ermal) , he actually learned the gesture from Mayara, and since then he’s totally made it his own!
Thanks to everyone who’s been reading and following this story!
Andrea never liked Ermal. The guy once hit on his best friend Mayara, who’s very much a lesbian, and Andrea is convinced it wasn’t a clueless mistake.
Years later, fate throws them together as models in a private art academy. Things start with sparks—literally— when Ermal accidentally sets Andrea’s only decent jacket on fire. To Andrea, it’s just more proof that Ermal is the careless, spoiled son of a wealthy lawyer. But Ermal, ever calm and polite, doesn’t seem to fit that image… even if everyone keeps seeing him through the lens of his father’s reputation.
As tension simmers, a series of raw, vulnerable moments begin to blur the lines between mistrust and unexpected connection. Secrets, assumptions, and personal battles unfold, Andrea's messy home life, Ermal’s unspoken anxieties, and the weight of identity and self-perception in a world quick to judge.
Can two people tangled in misunderstandings and personal baggage find something real in the wreckage, or will everything go up in smoke?
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