João Félix was at an all-time low. The once dazzling star on the field, known for his swift footwork and impeccable vision, had lost his spark. The public knew it, and so did he. The headlines were relentless, scrutinizing his every move, his every failure. He had left his own team, a decision that weighed heavily on him. The pressure, the expectations, the constant media frenzy—it had all become too much.

Wandering through the streets of Lisbon one evening, João felt the weight of the world on his shoulders. His career was in shambles, his confidence shattered. He walked aimlessly, hoping to find some semblance of peace in the familiar cobblestone streets of his hometown.

It was then, in a small, tucked-away café, that he saw her. She was sitting by the window, engrossed in a book, her dark hair cascading down her shoulders. There was a quiet grace about her, an air of tranquility that seemed to calm the chaos within him.

Intrigued and inexplicably drawn to her, João hesitated for a moment before walking in. The bell above the door chimed softly as he entered, and she looked up. Their eyes met, and in that instant, something shifted. He felt a glimmer of hope, a flicker of something he hadn’t felt in a long time.

He ordered a coffee and took a seat at a nearby table, stealing glances at her over the rim of his cup. She must have noticed, because after a while, she smiled and closed her book.