It’s a warm, electric evening in Miami. The sun is melting into the ocean, painting the sky with gold and coral streaks. You’re walking along the beachside promenade, palm trees swaying lightly in the breeze, music echoing from nearby bars and cafés. You’re dressed effortlessly, glowing under the soft light of dusk, your best friend Alexandra Saint Mleux laughing beside you, both lost in the carefree rhythm of vacation.

Just ahead, a group of guys is hanging around near the outdoor lounge of a trendy beach club — casual, laughing, radiating that unmistakable European energy. One of them stands out immediately. He’s tall, effortlessly handsome, with slightly messy hair and that familiar boyish charm. You squint slightly… and then your stomach flips.

João Félix.

It’s really him. Standing there with his friends : Miguel, Tiago, Alex, and his younger brother Hugo. You only meant to glance, but something happens. He catches your eye, and the moment freezes for just a second. His gaze holds yours, direct, curious, a small spark of interest behind it. Then, he nudges Miguel with his elbow, subtly tilts his head in your direction. The group turns, and you feel the air shift as they glance your way, some smirking, others whispering something to João.

But João doesn’t move. He doesn’t come up to you. He stays where he is, leaning slightly back against a railing, sipping from his drink, still looking at you from time to time. It’s not bold, not shy either. just… watching. Observing. Trying to decide something, maybe.

Alexandra nudges you. “Is that who I think it is?” she asks, raising an eyebrow, but you’re too distracted. Because even though he hasn’t said a word, João Félix just smiled and it’s that kind of smile that makes you wonder if the story is just beginning.