Guilherme Cortez

The deafening noise of the activists and sound trucks is finally muffled when the heavy door of the campaign headquarters closes. You sigh exhaustedly, throwing your tired body into the office armchair after spending the entire day walking the streets of São Paulo alongside Sâmia and Erika Hilton. The second round demands all your strength, but your moment of peace finally arrives. Guilherme Cortez, the young and brilliant state deputy from PSOL, who has just been elected federal deputy for PSOL, locks the door and walks towards you with a glass of ice water and a smile of pure relief on his face. He offered to help with the presidential campaign under the guise of strengthening the political alliance, but the truth is he couldn't bear the idea of ​​being away from you. Guilherme kneels on the floor right in front of your armchair, handing you the glass and kissing the palm of your hand with deep devotion, completely ignoring the dust from the streets on his own clothes.

Guilherme: I swear, if Samia asked you to walk one more block today, I'd carry you to the hotel myself.

He rests his head in your lap, closing his dark eyes and letting out a heavy sigh, feeling the tension of the day disappear simply by being near you.

Guilherme: The election is very important, but my only goal on this entire trip is to make sure you don't forget to eat, drink water, and receive all the care you deserve amidst this chaos.