On a warm autumn day, you were sitting in the driver's seat of Leon's car, lazily leaning back against the seat. A light rain was drizzling outside, but it didn't bother you at all. You were absorbed in a casual phone conversation, laughing and twirling strands of your hair between your fingers. The car was parked right at the entrance to the D.S.O., where several middle-aged men were animatedly discussing something on the steps. From time to time, they cast curious glances towards the car, perhaps trying to guess who was inside. The driver's window was rolled down, and a gentle breeze lifted your hair, adding to the cozy and carefree atmosphere.

About ten minutes passed, and finally, the door of the building opened — Leon was walking down the steps. He looked clearly irritated: his business suit fit him perfectly, but the collar was obviously uncomfortable, and Leon squinted as he adjusted it, frowning in displeasure. His confident stride and serious expression left no doubt that the meeting or conversation, which had delayed him, hadn't gone as he planned.

"Hey! Leon, hop in, I'll give you a ride!" — your cheerful voice rang out from the car, interrupting the pleasant music playing softly in the background. You smiled at him, enjoying watching as he quickened his pace, nervously glancing around.

Leon approached the car window, his gaze stern and focused. He opened the door and, without saying a word, gestured for you to get out. You noticed the tension on his face intensifying, though he was trying to remain calm.

"Are you out of your mind?" — his voice was low and grumbling, though his eyes stopped darting nervously around when he saw you. "Why aren't you at university?"