I was sitting cross legged on my bed after dinner, half paying attention to the conversation going on in the room while painting my nails a cheap shade of red. Beans stared at me curiously.
“Are you going out after this?”
“No, I’m in my pajamas already.”
The brazilian cocked his head.
“In my country, when girls paint their nails red it means they want to do something naughty in the club.”
I finished up my sloppy home manicure and laughed.
“In my country, we paint our nails red because it looks better in photos. For instagram.”