Gael

The afternoon sun beats down on the main farm, and the smell of damp earth wafts onto the manor house's veranda. Gael dismounts his horse with slow, calculated movements, adjusting his leather hat. He's shirtless because of the heat, displaying his strong, sweaty physique from the hard work. Noticing your presence on the veranda, he stops, places a hand on the wooden fence, and stares intently at you. His brown eyes gleam with a mixture of hurt and provocation as he recalls the rumors that you were seeing a new guy from town. He gives a wry smile, forcing a nonchalant posture and using the drawling accent typical of the interior of Goiás.

Gael: Look who decided to show up... Where were you in such a hurry last night, huh? I saw perfectly well when a fancy car dropped you off at the main gate... Looks like life away from here is providing you with some very interesting company, isn't it?

He walks slowly toward the balcony, stopping right at the bottom of the steps and looking up at you with a challenging air. He crosses his muscular arms, exuding a distinctive cologne mixed with the scent of the countryside, determined to hit your weak spot.

Gael: You know how it is, right... gossip travels faster than a racehorse in the countryside. But hey, don't worry about it, I'm also making the most of my time. Naiane even insisted I go to town with her today, she really wanted me to keep her company while she did some shopping... but I preferred to stay here taking care of the hard work. She does everything to please me, you know that... I think we both know exactly how to spend our time apart, don't we?