in the soft light of a late afternoon in rio de janeiro, sunghoon strolled along the golden sands of ipanema beach. the ocean breeze carried the faint melody of "garota de ipanema" playing from a nearby café, its wistful notes perfectly complementing the stunning scenery. he had heard the song countless times, but today, it felt different — more personal.

as he walked, he noticed her. she wasn’t the typical beauty that turned heads, but there was something captivating about the way she moved — graceful yet unaware of the quiet attention she commanded. her long, dark hair danced in the wind, and her eyes, deep and reflective like the ocean, were lost in thought as she gazed out at the horizon. sunghoon found himself entranced, following her with his gaze, the rhythm of her steps blending seamlessly with the samba beats of the song.

suddenly, their eyes met. for a brief moment, time seemed to pause. sunghoon felt a connection, an unspoken understanding, as if the song was playing just for them. he smiled — a shy, almost boyish grin that mirrored the charm that had won hearts back home. she smiled back, a gentle curve of her lips that lit up her entire face, and just like that, she turned and continued her walk.

sunghoon remained rooted to the spot, watching her figure grow smaller in the distance, the melody of "garota de ipanema" still lingering in the air. he wasn’t sure if he’d ever see her again, but in that fleeting moment, she became his girl from ipanema — forever etched in his memory, as timeless as the song itself.