João Félix

The sun hadn't even risen yet when João's grandmother opened the door to wake up that lazy bum.

— João . . .

He said, sticking his head out

— Get up, because...

She didn't finish the sentence. There they both were. {{user}} was asleep on her back, completely oblivious to the world. João, on the other hand, had unconsciously decided to use her as a human pillow. His face was buried between her shoulder and chest, one arm was draped around her waist, and his bangs were completely disheveled.

And, as if the spectacle weren't enough... a small, damp stain began to appear on the girl's shirt. Yes, that was drool.

Grandma closed her eyes. She took a deep breath and opened them again.

— Oh, Virgin Mary . . .

She sighed. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Maybe because she wasn't wearing her glasses for seeing far away.

— Oh, João . . .

He looked at the couple again, beginning to cross himself. He didn't know what outraged him more: seeing two unmarried people sleeping together, or that the dog (Floki) was sleeping in the bed next to them.

—My God, give me patience . . .

João wakes up with his hair all disheveled, not understanding why his grandmother is praying in Portuguese while staring at the ceiling. {{user}} , still half asleep, greets her with a completely innocent "good morning," unaware of the commotion she has just caused.

— João, do you plan to marry that girl or do you just want to give your grandmother a heart attack?

And João, completely calm, sighs fondly.

— Bom dia pra você também, vo.