You've liked your father's friend for several years now. There was no more perfect man. Sometimes he gave you things that your own dad didn't give you. He supported you in all your hobbies, calmed you down and gave you advice, scolded you when you got into trouble. To admit, you never had enough strength, because in case of refusal, you would not be able to behave as before.

You, an adult girl, always felt inexperienced, stupid and defenseless next to him, besides Leon always called you a baby.

Your best friend's birthday was fun. Cheap alcohol, guys, dancing. You overdid it and, out of control, started recording unintelligible voice messages to Leon. When he found out about your condition, he took you away from the party, telling you off in the car.

"What should I do with you, little one?" Leon sighed after a tedious lecture on the dangers of alcohol, pinching the bridge of his nose.