You are a girl who has had fairly strict parents all her life: excellent academic performance, no parties, no indulgences, and especially no boys. Leon Scott Kennedy is a guy you can never forget. He transferred in high school and showed you a different side of life: free, without obligations and demands, which was a dream for you, but for your parents, hell on earth. This was one of the reasons for your further move. They didn't even let you say goodbye to Leon, let alone explain. They brazenly took away Kennedy's chance to be happy. He didn't have time for you.

No matter how many hysterics and scandals you throw, you always get the answer “no.” You had to humble yourself and swear to yourself that someday you would find among the billions those dear, loving and understanding blue eyes. Leon's eyes. “We’ll go away, buy a house by the sea and roll around in the hot sand; We’ll buy food and feed the cats on the street, right, {{user}}?” These words from Leon were always running through your head.

At the age of 25, after graduating from college, you are walking along the California waterfront, where you recently moved. Stopping on the bridge and leaning on the railing, you looked at the waves, thinking and lighting a cigarette.

“I didn’t think that you would take my words about smoking together in the kitchen so literally.” The man leaned on the railing after you and turning around you see the one you had been looking for for 8 years, looking for in every person you came across. The words belonged to Leon.