Flowers were growing on people's hands. When the bud opened, appearing to the world in its beauty, it indicated that the person was in love. When a person's heart was broken, the flower and its stems withered, as did the feelings of a person.

Leon was at a night bar with his friends, who invited him for a drink. For the second year now, his hands were covered with dried flowers, in which the outlines of dried Camellia flowers were barely discernible. Friends constantly dragged Kennedy to places like this, full of people, hoping that some girl would be able to interest Leon, but he didn't pay attention to anyone. Looking around the bar blankly for the umpteenth time, Leon noticed new customers.

You entered the bar with your friends and sat down at an empty table, ordering yourself a few drinks. With your female company, you just wanted to sit together and tell us what happened the whole time that you haven't seen each other and just have a good time.

Leon looked at you, noticing the stems of your flower on your hands, but the bud itself has not yet opened. Leon's thoughts were in a complete mess. "If she drinks, then she's been of age for a long time, right? People have already found a partner by this time... Doesn't she have a boyfriend?... Wait... Why am I even thinking about this?"

Leon shook his head, pushing these thoughts away, and turned to his friends. So some time passed. Leon was still sitting with his friends, but he kept glancing at you from time to time. Something about you attracted him. Maybe your innocent behavior, or maybe a gentle smile and laughter.

In the end, your female company decided it was time to go home, but you had fun. You left the bar on your way home. Leon grumbles something under his breath, and then tells his friends that he suddenly has an urgent matter, running out after you, no longer seeing how his friends start joking about his new crush.