The Half Full Glass

Dois: Bulbous Body Shapped Glasses

Narrator: 

Hey there, friends. Today you'll get to know someone else. A lot less fun, if I say so myself. Enjoy?

Scott Pov:

I'm Scott and I was born and raised in Scotland. I am the middle child of four children. My mother is a businesswoman, who lives to work even though she doesn't need to work to live. My grandparents left her a lot of money and valuable properties.

She has a very... special personality. She hates to be told what to do but loves to order people around. Which is fine by me, 'cause I have no idea what to do.

My father is the absolute opposite of her. He can be extremely annoying with his religious stuff and he thinks he's some type of example for every living human and lectures everyone around him. Besides mom. He knows better. She says and he does just like me and my brother. My sisters are a lot more daring and they do whatever they want.

I never liked to pack. I never liked to leave Scotland, either. Especially against my will. Never been to Portugal. Never even met a Portuguese person before, not that I know of, at least. I do know Cristiano Ronaldo, I've seen him play, but that's about it.
I don't speak Portuguese, I've heard it before but it's one of the hardest languages to learn. I don't even know how to work with euros instead of pounds... I don't know if the water I like to drink is available here -I think as we land in Porto, Portugal. Mums private plane is a bit too much and we always get looked down on because of it.

Narrator: Alexa, play "Another Day in Paradise" for Mister Privilege over here.

Scott Pov:
"Now listen, the four of you." my mum started as we left the airport to meet the Mendanha-Infante driver that was waiting for us outside. "This is a very important trip. These people will be the buyers of a quarter of our family business. All of you will treat them with all the respect that your ungrateful bodies carry, understood? There are four names you need to remember: Sofia, Sebastião, and most importantly, Fernanda and Maria. Maria Mendanha-Infante. The heir of it all. Make sure you make an impression. A good one. The best one. Are we understood? Don't wanna hear a sound until we get there." And now I ask myself, how am I supposed to remember names that I can't even pronounce?

The car trip to their property/house took about 45 minutes. And let me tell you: what a fucking house. It puts ours to shame, to be honest. Looks like an absolute palace but in a country yet modern way. Gigantic and very well taken care of.

It's almost 11 am and the heat is nearly unbearable, to sum this up, I wanna fucking die.

"Gerlane, what a pleasure to see you again! You look dashing, my friend. Your babies are so grown up. Hello you beautiful people." a charming female voice with a soft accent exclaimed. "I'm Fernanda, come on in."
My mum and Fernanda kissed twice on the cheek and walked in front of us to the main entrance.

"Brunch will be served in 30 minutes." we walked into a room where two other people were.

"You have a marvelous house, Mrs. Lamego." my dad said.

"Thank you, Mr. McGryer. But my name is Fernanda Mendanha-Infante, not Mrs. Lamego." Fernanda said not very pleased with how my father referred to her. Mother told us that it is highly unusual for women in Portugal to change their names when they get married and that Fernanda took a lot of pride in her family name. Which makes sense.
Dad got really mad when mom said she wouldn't change her name to his. Which makes no sense. She's your spouse, not your property.

"He'll keep that in mind." my mother said not very pleased either.

"I'll keep that in mind." my father repeated. "When will we meet Maria? She sounded lovely over the phone." he asked trying to change the subject.

"She's around. She always is." the other man who was in the room said. "Hello. I'm Sebastião. Fernanda's husband and Maria's stepfather."

"And MY father. But nobody cares about me. I'm Sofia, also known as Maria's sister. I made that fact, part of my personality."

"Here I am, Mr. MacGyver. Wouldn't want you to miss me." the most beautiful and raspy voice said. Maria was the name. And the face and body were equally as beautiful. It didn't expire purity though.

"I was not expecting that." my brother said in a whisper.

Her skin is tanned and glowy. She was wearing a white shirt and denim shorts paired with a black scarf and some black boots that look like they could be worn by a cowboy. If I saw it in a store I would think it's ugly... She's rocking it, though. Beautiful blue eyes and a very charming smile. She walks like a fucking goddess. She's the epitome of perfection and she absolutely knows it. Let's just say she looks very healthy. And wealthy.

"I must tell you that her voice is a tricky liar. Lovely is very far from her. She does not know what that means." her sister said.

"Sofia, don't start." their mother said.

"It's okay, Fernanda. Sofia will be Sofia. The sister who lives in the shadow." Maria said eyeing her sister. They both grinning at each other. She refers to her mother by her name. Very weird.

A maid comes in a says something in Portuguese.

"Brunch will be served. Please follow me." Fernanda said. She leads us to a room where there's a gigantic table. She seats at the head of it. My mother sits at her left and Maria at her right. I am told to sit next to her. She smells fantastic, I think taking a sniff. The smell is one of the most important and attractive things in a woman, in my opinion.

"Are you sniffing me, cutie?" she whispered not looking at me. Fucking hell. Did I sniff too loud?

"Sorry. I like your perfume." What the fuck, Scott? You sound like a fucking virgin. I scream to myself in my head.

"Thank you. It's a classic by Jean Paul Gaultier. I can lend you some if you want." she said looking at me with a sweet smile.

"Oh, I think it's a little too feminine for me." I tell her and she frowns.

"It's just perfume. Do you classify everything as either masculine or feminine?" she asks rolling her eyes.

"I don't. But as you know, one of the most important senses when it comes to the area we're in is the smell. I tend to associate my favorite smells with the female gender." I tell her being as honest as I could.

"Hmmm." that's all she says back. I can tell that my mother is looking at us and smiling. I hope she's not playing cupid again.

"What are you two talking about?" her sister asks.

"Business. Which is none of yours." Maria tells him without missing a beat. She has a very dominant personality. And that is for sure, a turn-on. Sure, she can be preceded as rude but you know, nowadays that is usually seen as being a "baddie". Which is fine by me.

"Maria is just kidding. She's just not a morning person. Isn't it, my ray of sunshine?" Sebastião ironically adds.

"Whatever rows your boat, steppy." she says giving him a small smile.

"So the plan for the day is this..." Fernanda starts saying but I zone out. Which happens quite a lot. Just four hours ago, I was at home both physically and emotionally. My Scotland, my safe place. Now I'm in Portugal with people I don't know, who are obviously very different from my family and the people I spend my time with. And I don't even know if they have the water that I like.

I'm a nice-looking guy, I'm aware of that. But looks aren't everything and I know that. Like the human being sitting beside me. I can tell she has layers. Anyone can tell. She doesn't hide it. Fuck, you can tell that she's wearing it like an armor. And she's fucking rocking it.

I guess Portugal isn't so bad after all.