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Being disingenuous and  falsely acquiescent to another person was an  activity that Luca hadn't done since he was 9 years old, and only because his mother could not afford to buy any food. A hungry belly and sheer desperation  made him beg the food vendors for leftovers  at the  Mercadão, or open-air market back in São Paulo. It was imperative that Luca stay hyper-vigilant and observant in order to figure out Marcus' quirks if he were to find a way to escape the basement.<br/>
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Even though he liked Marcus, Luca wasn't sure of what he was capable of. meant that he'd have to be deceptive again.  He liked Marcus, he didn't wish him any ill will but the events that had unfolded were unnatural and wrong in his mind.  Going forward with the plan, Luca plastered a smile on his face  when he noticed  that his actions appeased Marcus. He would also need  be wary of laying his being compliant on too thick.<br/>
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like the food vendors, they could tell a bullshit story from a genuine one, and were quick to call the <i>Policia</i> on him in order to deter Luca from begging. He had to resort to old tricks in order to ensure his freedom, and to remain on Marcus' good side. The problem was that he didn't know what would set him off, or how long it would take before he did. Luca couldn't cook, but he could clean.<b> "I help you to clean then, make better."</b> Luca said enthusiastically.<br/>
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When Marcus was setting the coffee table for their meal. Luca was curious to see what was in the little boxes and packages.   It smelled good, but in the back of his mind he wondered if something was put in the food to make him sleepy again. He still didn't remember much of what happened between their  leaving the night club and arriving at the cabin, and it troubled him--but he didn't let it show on his face.<br/>
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When Luca sat down, he was rubbing his arms because he'd become chilly since he'd stopped pacing back and forth. <b>"This is nice, </b><i>meu namorado.</i><b> I never try this kind of food before. It is American,</b> <i>não?"</i> he asked.<br/>
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There were many things that Luca was gifted at, like playing fútbol and dancing. Still, there were things that Luca definitely was not good at, either because he had not yet tried to, or he tried to and failed miserably. Back in Brazil, Luca ever cooked his own food, because his mother did the cooking and cleaning. In fact, he'd probably burn water if given the chance. A feeling of dread threatened to encroach upon his cheerful mood, but he avoided mentioning that he had never learned how to cook. <br/>
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<b>"Reno..vass-shon?"</b> Luca repeated. He didn't have his iPhone, so no translator to help him understand what the word meant. <b>"Ah. no matter, I just happy to be here with you, Marcus."</b><br/>
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The heat didn't work very well because occasionally Luca would rub the chill bumps from his arms. <b>"I not be lonely if you stay with me. I not be cold." </b>he replied, suggestively.<br/>
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An extra blanket wouldn't have eased Luca's mind, or the chill of being locked in such an isolated space. He watched as Marcus poured wine into the glasses. eagerly taking the one he offered, sipping from it.<br/>
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<b>"This wine taste very good, Marcus. You are wonderful for making the food.</b><i> Obrigado."<br/>
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Their conversation continued. Marcus asked Luca about the things he liked to eat, as he almost choked on a mouthful of food. Quickly chewing and swallowing, Luca didn't know how to answer Marcus, and he had to think about the answer.<b> "I like to eat food from my home, that my</b> <i>Mamãe</i> <b>cook. But she not in America. I not eat much here, just food roomies order and share with me. I eat noodles,  fruits and tea. No sugars. My agent say no for that. I run to stay good for photographs. I drink water and juice. I no like milk, it make me sick.</b> <i>A alergia ao leite.</i> <b>I have al-er-gy."</b><br/>
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From what Luca tried to explain, a model's diet was pretty damn nonexistent. Truth be said, the young man would be lucky to catch a regular meal in between all of his go-sees and photo shoots. Catering at the photo shoots was available, but there were so many things with milk in it, plus trying to explain about his allergic condition with an added language barrier, that usually Luca wouldn't eat as a result. He missed his mother's cooking too, which was probably why he was losing weight rather than gaining it.<br/>
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He seemed so surprised to hear that Marcus bought him clothes, because he had no idea what size he was. Luca had lost track of his pants size because the fittings in the designer houses were spoken in English unless there was another Brazilian model there to interpret what was being said to him. He lost at least an inch in his waist size since coming to America, he thought.  <i>"Nao,</i> <b>no worry. I just feel alone down here in this place. I want for company, please." </b>he said, feeling a little tense when Marcus said that he didn't like hearing him get upset.<br/>
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<b>"Will I try on your clothes to fit them? It cold down here. Warm up there," </b>he gestured to the stairs. "<b>I like to be with you, Marcus." </b>he offered, before taking a bite of the meat, but scraping any cheese off of his portion.</span></span>