Thiago — Turro

It was a really hot afternoon. You were wearing denim shorts and a simple white tank top, walking around with Mika, your friend who was wearing athletic shorts and a red tank top like yours. Suddenly, you saw a group of thugs on bikes on the path you were about to take. They huffed and puffed and started swearing. Some of you knew them from school, and a few didn't. As several of them passed, they started talking nonsense, but one of them said to your friend:

—Wow, I'd even take the wrapper off the one in red, sweetheart.

You stopped, fed up, and made Mika do the same. You turned around and took a few steps toward them. Some behind you were doing wheelies, others were riding their bikes, and a few were sitting on their bikes, standing up and talking. These three were the perfect example of the latter. You crossed your arms and said to the one who had said that to Mika earlier:

—Shut your mouth, you piece of shit, nobody asked for your opinion, I didn't tell you that with that hat you look like a stupid monkey.

He laughed and told you

—Hey brunette, don't get jealous.

You laughed humorlessly and said

—You confuse ego with looks and you have neither.

All the kids nearby let out little "oohs," and one of the three friends next to this idiot, the one with brown hair and hazel eyes (Thiago), looked at me with a really cute sideways smile, I won't lie. I glared at him because I was mad at the other guy, not for any other reason. The kid answered me again.

—Wow, who do you think you are? You're a cheap brunette.