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"Are you OK?" he asked.

"I'm fine." I answered a bit too furiously for someone who should be fine.

His forehead wrinkled. "You're angry." he pointed out.

He acted so nonchalantly when he got to that conclusion, that it annoyed me even more. Incapable as I was to hold my tongue, I ended up spitting the question out. "Who's that girl?"

Joey raised his eyebrows.

"She's a fan."

"Is that so? I didn't know you were so famous that you could be recognized inside a restaurant in Brazil." My voice had raised an eighth, but I tried to keep it low and even. I failed.

"That fan is from the US." he explained. "She's here with her parents, on vacations."

"Wow! How did you find so much out about her in so little time?" I said with sarcasm.

Joey stared at me and chuckled. He leaned over the table in my direction.

"I didn't know you were so jealous. This is kind of sexy." he murmured mockingly.

He was teasing me now.

"I'm not jealous." I snapped.

"C'mon, who are you trying to fool?" Joey rolled his eyes. " I can read you like an open book."

I crossed my arms, huffed and looked away. I hated to admit my weaknesses, and Joey would have to work harder to force me to admit that jealousy was my biggest weakness.

"She was trying to use her charms to catch your attention." I insisted. "Wearing small shorts and heels, looking like a-" I tried to mind my words, but I couldn't stop myself. "-like a bitch. And you seemed to be enjoying it, weren't you? Plenty of smiles and hugs to give her, and cheek-to-cheek pictures to take and stuff."

Joey shook his head, laughing. He outreached me his hand over the table.

"My baby..." she sighed "I proposed you a few hours ago. Did you forget it or don't you take it into account?"

I looked at him, still sulky. Joey's puppy hazel eyes, however, are irresistible. It's impossible to stare at them and not melt inside. My heart melted like hot butter and I grabbed his hand with mine. He pulled it to his lips and kissed my engaged ring. A gesture of loyalty.

We ordered our dinner and had a good time together, eating delicious Italian food and drinking wine. I limited myself to one glass only, because wine always gave me headache, and I didn't want to be sick near Joey. Soon, my single glass of wine made me begin to sweat as if I was inside an oven.

I drove us to Leblon after dinner, and we went to the Overlook, a place with a magnificent view of the Leblon beach and many streets ahead. It was as beautiful by the night as it was during the day. Tonight, the sea seemed to have silver sparkles reflecting the light of the full moon on the sky above us.

Joey leaned on the wooden balustrade and pulled me by my hands. I leaned against his chest, and he wrapped his arms around me as I closed my eyes for a second, paying attention to his heartbeat.

He sighed. "This place is flawless, and being here with you is so peaceful. I don't want to go back without you."

"We're getting married." I reminded him.

"Yes." I looked up and saw he had broadened a crooked smile at that thought. "Until then, I'll have to go back, though, and get everything ready for our marriage. My family included."

"Marriages are always big news for the bride's and groom's families."

"Yeah-" he smirked awkwardly. "Grandma better be ready for a big surprise."

"Why?"

"She's a bit like you, jealous of her 'boys'." he chuckled at my expression. "Her biggest problem isn't jealousy, though. It's the fiancée's religion."

"Oh!" I had never stopped to think about the religion detail. "What her demands for a nice fiancée are?"

"She's got to be Jew."

Joey smirked in a comic way. I stuttered. "Hmm, I'm not Jew."

"It's not going to be a problem at all. Not for me."

"Are you Jew? I've never wondered about it-"

"No, I'm not. I'm Christian. But grandma is, and she thinks the whole family should be composed of Jews."

I was silent for a moment, my eyes fixed on the dark horizon, wondering about what Joey had just told me.

He gave a gentle poke on my nose. "Hey, don't worry about that all right?"

"I wouldn't mind to become Jew, if that's important for your family-"

"Oh, c'mooooon!" He rolled his eyes "I told you it's not a problem at all."

"But your fami-"

"My family is OK with it." He interrupted me. "It's just my grandma and-" Joey let his mind wander for a second. "and my cousin too. But she's 16 years-old and she likes to repeat everything grandma says; there's nothing she can do to influence my decisions or my parent's values."

I shrugged. "Well, if you say so."

He hugged me tight and touched my ear with his lips. "It's love what really matters; and I love you."

"I love you too, little nerd."

We both chuckled.

"That's what matters." He touched my cheek with his. "We love each other."