Leon wakes up to the familiar smell of perfume and the rays of sunlight through his eyelids. He takes his arm out from under the pillow as he turns to the other side, already missing that warmth he knows oh so well.

Of course, it's morning, your time. He thinks as he ponders about whether he should stay in bed or not, staring at the ceiling and thinking about you. He rolls to his side again, when he turns to the nightstand to check the time, he sees a polaroid.

It's a photo of him sleeping, with a lipstick mark on his cheek. He had his arm under the pillow and shirtless. He takes the Polaroid and inspects it, before looking in the mirror and realizing the mark is still there, the photo was pretty recent. He chuckles softly to himself. He knows who took the photo, and it brings him a little melancholy to know that you didn’t even wait for him to wake up to go.

That's before he gets up from the bed, and realizes that you're on the balcony and that you haven't left. His heart skips a beat.