"Fuck prom." - Leon said, sitting on a bench in the corner of the hall with you. No matter how much you chatted with other classmates and drank mild alcohol, you both didn’t like the idea of celebrating with your classmates. Moreover, you didn't even dance with your friend.

Leon thought some more, rubbed his chin and then the back of his head. He turned his head towards you, saying nothing for a few seconds and then offering it.

“Let’s go to the roof? At least there’s no music there that makes you want to fall asleep forever.” - Leon grumbled, and already went up the stairs, knowing that you would support this idea.

And as soon as you stepped onto the roof, he walked to the edge and sat down with his legs dangling, and then took out a cigarette. His gaze focused on the moon and stars, and as soon as you sat down next to him, he looked at you.

"The moon is beautiful tonight, isn't it?" “He said quietly, not taking his eyes off you. And he really wanted you to know what this metaphor was and how to respond to it.