- So? Do you have dinner with me? Tonight? - pergunta James.
- Are you asking me on a date?! You are unbelievable, Dr. Cavanaugh! - exclama Madalena.
- No! Lets say it is a work dinner. I need to discuss with you a case. It’s a little boy’s case. – Diz com cara de sério.
- Work dinner? Seriously? – Ela fita-o. – Seriously?
- I swear! When does your shift ends?
Madalena olha para o seu relógio, no pulso esquerdo.
- I’m finish by 7:30pm.
- I’ll meet you at the lobby at 8pm.
- Deal! – Diz Madalena, virando-se. – Mrs. Scavo, the next patient, please.
Às 20h30, na entrada do Hospital.
- James, I am sorry I am late. I didn’t find my shoes! I am ready we can go now. Why are you looking at me that way? Do I have something in my face?
- No, no… - Diz, sorrindo. – You’re just… Never mind, let’s go!
No restaurante.
- Good night. We have a reservation.
- Name, please.
- Cavanaugh.
- Okay. Mr. and Mrs. Cavanaugh, your table is number ten. It’s over there. – Diz, apontando para a mesa junto à janela, sem nunca parar de sorrir.
- Mrs. Cavanaugh?! She cannot say that if she doesn’t…
- What do you care about what she thinks anyway? – Diz, sorrindo.
- Oooh, you are pleased! You wish! – Diz, sorrindo para ele.
Eles sentam-se à mesa, frente a frente.
- May I say something?
- You are going to say anyway… - Ela ri-se. - Tell me.
- Tonight… You look stunning! You look great in light green… Match your eyes.
- Wow! Thanks, Dr. Cavanaugh.
- James.
- Ok, James. You didn’t tell me how do you know how to speak Portuguese. I’m curious.
- Oh, my brother’s girlfriend is Portuguese and she taught me a little… Sometimes we only talk in Portuguese to each other… People couldn’t understand what we were saying but now I can’t remember some words. You should hear my brother he seems Portuguese.
- And now let’s talk about that case. - Sugere Madalena.
- Sure.