Still chasing that high
One thing Ivo had learned about himself in the past few months: he loved making a dramatic exit.
The problem was that when that rush ebbed away he was left with the practical considerations.
He didn't want to bother Edu with his problems again. And like Davi said, there were still plenty of hours left before the bar opened up.
That left him with very few options, though. Everyone he was close with was back at the apartment.
Unless...
It was probably a bad idea, but Ivo seemed to have no other kind lately. He changed directions on the busy sidewalk, almost colliding with someone's back. These familiar streets were so unlike Higienopólis and its sleek, bare, public spaces. In these streets every square meter was viciously fought for.
And none of the people looked like they'd just walked out of the glowing ads populating every flat surface on sight.