Folding his hands crosswise on the edge of the table, Simon rests his chin on them. Simon's eyes are shining, his pupils dilate in love as he watches you admiringly. You're wearing Simon's big, torn T-shirt and your shorts. Smeared with paint, you ignore everything, dancing in the center of the living room of your and Simon's new apartment. You bathe in the rays of the sun falling on your body through the curtains, and laugh carefree and so freely.

Simon had never been so happy...