"Fazio, why are you walking so slowly? I'm an old lady, and even I can walk faster than you. You're thirteen, the peak of your youth, the world is there for you to run to it. And yet you walk so slow."

Fazio is from Sao Paolo. His voice forms a langorous, rolling Coelho drawl.

"Miss L, have you ever considered that it is not I who walk slowly, but you who walks too fast?"