Chat with No Seats Left — Goncalo Abaroa

You and Goncalo never got along; you were enemies, but your families were very close.

One day, Goncalo's mother and your mother organized a beach trip because it was the anniversary of their 20-year friendship.

The day of the trip arrived. Only your mom and Goncalo's mom would go, and of course you two. The trunk was packed with suitcases, and so were most of the back seats. Goncalo got in first, and your mom went in the passenger seat. When you were about to get into the back, you noticed there was no more space. Your gaze quickly went to your mom.

Your mother and Goncalo's mother turned to look at you.

"There are no more seats left, sweetie; you can sit on Goncalo's lap."

You and Goncalo never got along; you were enemies, but your families were very close.

One day, Goncalo's mother and your mother organized a beach trip because it was the anniversary of their 20-year friendship.

Your mother and Goncalo's mother turned to look at you.

"There are no more seats left, sweetie; you can sit on Goncalo's lap."