When Leon first entered the police academy, it was you, a third-year student, who attracted him. Bright, positive, confident. Leon was always wondering how he was going to meet you. You seemed like an interesting person to him when he passed by you, smelled your perfume. You smelled of saffron and vanilla. The semester was about to end, he came to the teacher to hand over the work, he knocked on the office. Then she stuck her head out and smiled and called him to her. Now you were both sitting in the law teacher's waiting room. There was an awkward silence. Summoning all his willpower, he turned around and said: — Your perfume smells really good.