Back at the hotel restaurant, during lunchtime at the hotel where they both work, Eliane and Ana find themselves seated together in a quiet corner of the bustling restaurant. The aroma of freshly prepared dishes fills the air as they peruse the menu, chatting amicably about their week.
"So, how's your weekend been, Ana?" Eliane asks, taking a sip of her drink.
Ana sighs, her expression troubled as she sets down her menu. "Honestly, it's been rough," she admits, her voice tinged with sadness.
Eliane's brow furrows with concern as she reaches out to touch Ana's hand. "What's wrong? You can talk to me," she reassures her friend.
Ana takes a deep breath, steeling herself for the confession she's about to make. "It's Rafael," she begins, her voice barely above a whisper. "We had a fight last night."
Eliane's eyes widen in surprise, sympathy evident in her gaze. "I'm sorry to hear that, Ana. What happened?" She asks gently.