The grass was bare, outside the premises, its condition due to the mares' bites, which had brought a huge carriage to the land, taking the shape of a house, into a bar. The dents in the green were also from the hooves of the mares, who were strolling nearby with their children. The stains came from the boots of the patrons and some blood. The establishment's security had turned the place into their hunting ground. On the ground, several men stared at the blue-eyed, wheat-haired lady and ran.
— Girl, you're very angry, how do you have so many friends? — He raised a lemon slice above his head. — Do you want one?
"It should help me calm down." Her lips turned red when they met the liquid, her eyebrows rising. "This is strong, my god." She turned to thank him. "Who are you, boy?"
"I'm Eugênio, the bar owner's son." He threw the other lemon slice to a mare to eat. "I want to be just like you!"
— What, kid?
Calisto stood in front of the boy, trying to process things after sucking on the lemon. After the presentation, she returned to her assigned task. It was well done, as Hana also performed hers expertly, so much so that scores of men chatted with her and bought her drinks, which she still received a tip. Of course, they tried to make passes at her, but she didn't mind. The nonsense and dirty talk they said made her laugh out loud. The laughter carried on the wind to Calisto's ears, and because of that, she set to work intensely.
"Hana, come here." Felipe pulled his sister's arm. "I know you're doing all this for the bar. It's a lie, it's for fun, but you should care about the customers. Calisto must have knocked out about 15 guys already."
"Excuse me, I'll go get your order." She grabbed one of her heels and dug it into her brother's leg, pushing him against the wall. "Calisto knows my limit, and I'll never cross it. The problem is, she's having one of those days." She rubbed her brother's hair. "Married life isn't easy, little brother."
— He stepped on his sister's bare foot with some force. — You've got it all wrong. After she saw Simonetta, she went into shock. She feels like the wind, being carried away. — He picked up the tray and held his sister's hand. — Come with me, I know someone perfect to talk to her.
"Okay." She blew a kiss back. "I'll be right back, you little devils!" She stopped near the long hallway and started putting her heels back on. "Are we going to see the little brat?"
The young woman with thinning white hair looked out the window, catching the eye of her grandson, who asked her to get to know the young woman better along with several friends. Lacking a grandson, she gave her grandmotherly love to Daisy. They already have a certain closeness thanks to Elizabeth, who took her to the Shire family's village.
Amélia exchanged her maternal love for that of a passionate woman. She sent countless messages to Heleno, who exchanged his brotherly love for that of a MILF.
"Hey, kids, what are you doing here?" He turned off his phone and tucked it under his pillow. "Are you going to tell me I can go do my part of the work now?"
"No, it's not that." Hana sat next to Amélia and put her hand on her neck. "Are you the couples therapist here?"
"Yes, I have a degree in psychology and pharmacy." She gave a smirk. "What happened to Calisto? I know it didn't happen to Cassandra because she follows the hero's handbook so closely. She would never fight with her prince."
"She really is perfect." Hana and Amélia both slapped him on the cheek. "Truth is true. Could you talk to Calisto over there?" He took a bottle of wine from his pants pocket. "And you can get to work now."
Amélia smiled even wider. She unscrewed the wine cap with her two back teeth and headed toward the hallway.
The siblings left the room, returning to their spots, passing through the crowd that had gathered there after Calisto had knocked so many people down. Hana stopped at the counter to take orders with Mary and Cassandra, both of them complementing each other by making hot and cold mixes.
"Here, Mamoru, help your sister." He pointed to where the pair should go. "Go quickly."
"Hana." Cassandra made a motion with her hands on her breasts. "Fix that neckline! It's barely showing anything! Go!"
The two set off at high speed, while the speed in the same place was much higher. Cassandra stirred the hot drinks, even leaving the bottom of the glass with flames that, depending on the drink, didn't hurt. Mary did the same, but as the temperature dropped, she created patterns with the foam.
"That boy who passed by a while ago, is that your son?" she heard a request. "Not to be like this, but we're already close." She delivered the request. "What's his illness?"
— He heard a request. — He has low blood pH, that's why he lives eating lemons. — He delivered a request. — It's genetic, few children in my village are born with it, the recorded cases are less than 100.
"Your problems are all linked to your ancestry, your family, Elizabeth." He heard a request. "How is Elizabeth with him?" He delivered the request. "She seems like a family person."
—Heard a request. —It couldn't be better. I understand she had to kill ours to do something greater, sacrificed something important to her. —He delivered the request. —Elizabeth left the village very young, her dream being to make Apollo remember our surname.
"She made the right choice. If it weren't for Elizabeth, I wouldn't have been able to become so strong." "She made a wish." He was like Chiron to me, sorry about the horse-breed surname joke. "She made another wish."
— The family is famous for having a really big ass.
The encounter between temperatures, memories, experiences, and visions created a thermal shock that, with its existence, brought harmony. The encounter between cold and heat.
Even the hallway was full, there were tons of people standing there, going forward, while a woman with glasses and slightly wavy spiky hair ran to meet the back door, go around the house and get to Calisto.
— Amelia, what are you doing here?
— We're going to have a long conversation about a lot of things, be ready for it!