makes a person return to São Paulo after more th

a fairy tale out ther

" I said as we sat

saw get out of the car, was he the boy I had played with as a l

, but we have to run and you're still in towel on your

norted. I swallowed my coffee and r

but when curled gives the back, I love it all defined, but there is patience to finish

ther was already screami

d my hands, and walked out room. I put on my receptionist d

t of the garage, I grabbed the key in the keychain and left closing

rs. Marilia, for God's sake."

she was already affirming I rememb

I said, slapping my

daughter of God?" My mot

got my phone." I

of the c

nd fifty-five." My mother spoke

I motioned with my hand for h

thing?" She screa

knowing that at eight we should already have everything ready to open. My mother is very punctual and the restaurant is not far away

erse. "I love you." He yelled

ooth headphones in my ear, and tossed my hair over the top to disguise. You never know when the owners will show up right! The honor of living in Brazil is knowing that you buy and have the possibility to give as a gift to the owners. I was entertained choosing the song I was going to listen to – A Thousand Miles – when the kid appeared outside talking to the driver of the moving t

going to have fun, I'm not going to be waiting for you anymore because

he front of the restaurant facing the glass doors with the big sign written: Sweet Jasmine. Yes, the

d." I warned

the reception

et desserts. The atmosphere is cozy and sophisticated at the same time, with all the furniture and decoration in woody brown; Cabinet of samples of drinks with every kind of drink possible, although what comes out more here is the famous coffee of Mrs. Marília, with taste of home. Not to mention the smell of Jasmine that reigns the environment, my mother always passes the essence of Jasmine before opening, and soon at the reception and in some specific points, small jars with Jasmine decorate

le more. The smell of this place reminds me of my home, and I've never been as happy as I am when I'm in here, I remember running with my dad around this place and cooking together when I didn't even know how to do anything, just eat. With the start of college it was agreed

wadays I see more people on the phone than talking, but there are still those who go there to gossip during lunch break, or to talk bad about work, is what I hear the most. At lunchtime I took my plate and decided to eat at the back d