"Thank you for the offer, but no. We're not familiar enough for that, Mr. Shaw." Which came from a normally warm and friendly Brazilian. Who thankfully had enough balance in his legs to not stumble at the force on his back. Marcelo wanted nothing to do with this entitled jackass. And New York upper society, it didn't bat a lash at a white man calling him 'boy.' Homesick pangs hit him underneath everything else.

"I'm driven by what you would call sentimentality. I think the novelty of it drew your daughter's attention." Marcelo was almost sure the man wouldn't understand how parental death would be a driving force.