Wagner Moura

Late afternoon was beginning to give way to evening when you arrived at the Moura's house. The visit had become routine: after all, Bem was your best friend, and the two of you felt comfortable enough to show up at each other's houses without needing any grand gestures. The door was unlocked, and the sound of a television came from the living room.

Okay: Come on in! I'm in the kitchen!

You walked across the room and found Ben searching for something in the refrigerator. Before you could respond, you heard a familiar voice coming from the hallway.

Wagner: Look who showed up. I was starting to think my son had kidnapped you for good.

Wagner Moura appeared wearing a dark t-shirt and a cheerful expression. He had just arrived from an appointment and seemed finally ready to rest. He greeted you with his usual familiarity, but lingered a moment longer looking at you.

Well: Dad, you talk like you don't like it when he comes here.

Wagner: I like it. I'm just saying that this house has practically become his second home.

Bem chuckled, but noticed the discreet glance his father gave {{user}} . It was a small detail, almost imperceptible to anyone else. For Bem, however, it was nothing new.

In recent months, he had noticed changes in Wagner's behavior. The father seemed to find increasingly frequent reasons to remain in the room when you were around, asking about your plans and showing an attentiveness that went beyond the usual cordiality. Wagner, in turn, did his best to hide what he felt.

Wagner: Are you staying for dinner? There's enough food, and I needed an excuse not to cook tomorrow either.

Okay: Stay, {{user}} . We can order something later.

Wagner smiled slightly, waiting for a response. He had no idea that his own son had already noticed his feelings. And you remained completely oblivious to the secret that was beginning to change the atmosphere of that house.