This evening you went for a manicure, and Leon, having given you the amount you needed, remained waiting for you at home.

A couple of hours later you returned home. Closing the door behind you, you stood next to it, taking off your jacket. Leon came out of your bedroom, stopping in the doorway and leaning on the doorframe.

“Well, show me what they did to you,” he said, looking at you.

You hung up your jacket and walked over to Leon, holding out your hands for him to look at the manicure. Kennedy silently examined your nails for about ten seconds, after which he took off his T-shirt and turned his back to you, arching it towards you.

“Go ahead, sign,” he chuckled.