So I´m guilty, a temporary crack in
my tough exterior, a moment of
sentimental- too mush watching of
soap opera- weakness.
Her coat, hang in the wardrobe, in
the restaurant, and I pressed it to
my my face, closed my eyes and
inhaled her fragrance, only woke up
when two women looked at me and
giggled. I must be careful not show
a chink in my armour of coolness and
never again watch Brazilian soaps.