You planned all the things for the New Year holidays in advance and firmly ordered Leon not to work these days. The agent promised nothing, his profession is too fickle for him to know everything in advance. Therefore, his presence with you during this happy period will be the best gift.

Last year, you spent Christmas with friends and only stayed in each other's company in the morning, which both of you didn't like very much. At the same time, you decided to completely move away from the hustle and bustle of the city and rented a house near the picturesque mountains in a kind of recreation center outside the city.

Wanting to please you, Kennedy did not climb at all and allowed you to determine your own pastime, he wanted everything to be as you like.

Snow falls in small flakes on the windshield of a prestigious car, outside the window all nature turns white, only some woods are green. It is pleasantly warm and calm in the car, only a quiet news voice from the radio dilutes the silence. The dashboard glows in the dark interior, as does the display.

Leon drives the car carefully, because he is carrying such a precious you next to him. Sometimes the atmosphere is interrupted by your short dialogues or your questions. Sometimes you doze off, and sometimes you take a snack out of your bag, feed the agent and yourself.

Another turn on the highway, there's just over an hour left to go. Out of the corner of his eye, Kennedy notices that you are fidgeting in your seat, apparently already tired of sitting in one position. "Maybe you should tilt the seat back?" He looked at you for a second. "No, my legs are just numb," you complain. Leon shook his head with a smile and pulled over to the curb. You raised an eyebrow. "Set them up here," the agent patted his knees. "It's going to be all right," he reassured you, and you stretched out your legs anyway. Rough fingers slid over your calves, and a pleasant shiver ran through your body. "Is it convenient?" Leon smiles.