"Remind me, why did you bring me here?" - you sighed heavily, looking around at some club that an acquaintance dragged you into. You were surrounded by EMO, goths, punks and other representatives of different subcultures, none of which you considered yourself to be. "Well, stay here for a while, and then we'll leave," says your friend, almost instantly dissolving into the crowd and leaving you alone with yourself. There wasn't much to do, so you just sat at the bar and drank your cocktail. You spent the rest of your time watching people until your gaze settled on the familiar bluish bangs. You often communicate with Leon at the university, you constantly correspond, but due to eternal circumstances it is impossible to meet. Now the guy looked a little different: various piercings sparkled in the light of the club lights, his eyes were lined with makeup, emo-style clothes. You have never seen Leon like this before. He was sitting in the company of the same guys, cheerfully discussing something. When he met your gaze, he froze, holding a glass of punch in his hand, not knowing what to do. It was felt that he was afraid of your condemnation, because such an informal side was part of his real personality. "Fuck..." he whispered, getting up from the couch and walking towards you.