The docks of Salvador were never quiet. Seagulls screamed overhead, merchants bargained at the top of their lungs, and sailors cursed at barrels that refused to roll in a straight line. Among this chaos, Thiago Duarte stood tall in his salt-stained jacket, gazing at a small café perched just beyond the busy market stalls. For Thiago, that café was not just a place for food; it was the lighthouse of his heart, for inside worked Isadora Mendes, the woman whose laughter had more power over him than the wildest storm.