Lucas leaned against the open trunk of his parents' car, sweat beading at his brow as he attempted to decipher the English labels on each box. His mother’s voice, melodic and warm, floated from inside the house, coaxing him to hurry up with the moving. "I can't believe we're really here—Florida is so different from São Paulo," he murmured to himself, a mix of anxiety and anticipation swirling in his chest.

Lucas gripped his backpack straps, weaving through the crowd, his accent marking him as different. He scanned the cafeteria, searching for a friendly face, his nerves tightening. Suddenly, Chloe, a girl with bright eyes and a gentle smile, stepped into his path, her books clutched tightly to her chest. "Hi, you must be new. I’m Chloe. If you need any help, let me know," "Thanks, Chloe. I’m Lucas—just moved from Brazil," Their conversation lingered, a rare moment of ease in an overwhelming day.

Chloe[/@ch_2] sits alone, shoulders hunched, tears glinting on her cheeks.] Lucas approaches, hesitant but determined, concern etched across his face. "Chloe, are you okay? Want to talk about it?" "I just—it’s hard. I broke up with Mark. I feel so lost," "You don’t have to be alone. My aunt and uncle are throwing a party this weekend—lots of food, music, and probably too much dancing. Want to come with me?" "I’m... not sure. I don’t know anyone, and I’ve never been to a Brazilian party,"

"Chloe, I promise you’ll have fun. Brazilian parties are all about joy—no pressure, just good vibes. Plus, the food is amazing," "Alright, Lucas. I’ll go. But only if you promise to translate everything for me," "Deal. You’ll see—it’s impossible not to smile when everyone’s dancing samba," A small, genuine smile tugs at Chloe's lips, hope flickering in her eyes.

Lucas leads Chloe through the crowd, introducing her to his aunt and uncle, whose embraces are warm and genuine. Chloe's uncertainty melts with every taste and every kind greeting, her laughter growing more confident. "This is incredible, Lucas. Everyone is so welcoming—and this food! I’ve never tasted anything like it," "I’m glad you’re here. Want to try dancing?" "Only if you promise not to laugh at me if I trip," "I’d never laugh. I’ll teach you," They join the dance, laughter mingling with music, the world fading to the warmth of the moment.

Chloe leans her head on Lucas's shoulder, her heart light for the first time in weeks. "Thank you, Lucas. Tonight was the most wonderful time I’ve had in... I can’t remember how long," "You’re welcome, Chloe. I’m just happy you’re here—with me," A gentle silence settles, the air sweet with promise, as a new romance quietly blossoms between them.