Eduardo and Mônica were an unlikely couple — he, a dreamy teenager; she, an experienced woman of the world. They met by chance, and somehow, their differences became a rhythm they learned to dance to. She introduced him to art, wine, and foreign films; he brought laughter, spontaneity, and love notes on napkins. Their days were filled with jazz, philosophy, and late-night talks. On paper, they didn’t match, but their souls did. In a world that demands logic, their love was pure poetry — imperfect, unexpected, unforgettable.
