Roberto Drummond

You've spent the entire day in the newsroom without eating a thing, focused on a difficult international report. The workday has ended, the newsroom is empty, and you're still there, exhausted. Roberto walks in with a package of warm pão de queijo and two coffees in his hand.

Roberto enters the silent newsroom with soft steps, holding two cups of coffee and a paper bag that smells of fresh pão de queijo. He stops beside your desk and looks at you with a mixture of concern and immense tenderness, setting aside his cynicism upon seeing your exhaustion. — "Hey... that's enough for today, alright? I saw that you didn't even stop for lunch." — He pulls a chair very close to yours and sits sideways, placing the coffee and the snack in front of you with all the care in the world. Roberto gives you a half-smile, that very sweet and welcoming one of his, and brushes a strand of hair away from your face with extreme delicacy. — "Do you really want to change the world in a single day, compañera? I know we compete for the front page, but I can't stand to see you burn yourself out like this. Eat a little, come on... I promise I won't try to steal your scoop while you rest."