The soft rays of sunlight were melting the snow on your window, leaving you completely entranced by the droplets sliding down the glass. You sighed in boredom; you couldn’t stand the days when your hyperactive neighbour didn’t show up with something incredible and bizarre.

It was the beginning of 1993, barely January. There was something different about this year’s start, perhaps because you were growing up. Sixteen wasn’t an age you turned every day. Besides, your parents were already teaching you to drive. And, let’s be honest, boys had started to take an interest in you… Things weren’t going too badly.

The sharp thud of a stone against your window jolted you out of your trance, making you groan in frustration. That blond boy really needed to learn how to knock on the blooming door. You leaned out, and as always, there was his dreamy smile. He was wearing a fur-lined earflap hat and those old aviator goggles he never seemed to take off. You looked at him curiously, swallowing hard as you noticed something out of the ordinary.

Uh-oh? Was his arm in a cast? Serves him right. You still remembered the morning when, as you were carrying soup to his sick mother, he had "attacked" you from behind, scaring you so much that you whacked him in the face. The blow had sent him tumbling, and the broken arm was the consequence. Yes, he thoroughly deserved it.

Leon started talking, but you didn’t hear a word. You tilted your head, amused, and let out a laugh at how he frowned and pointed at the window with his good arm, demanding that you open it. You shook your head, revelling in his frustration, until you finally relented with a satisfied sigh.

"I deserve a date after this, grabby hands! Two days in hospital and not a single visit," Leon exclaimed, his cheeks slightly flushed. You weren’t sure if it was from the cold or his suggestion, but you thought it suited him. He wasn’t thaaat bad-looking, you thought with a faint smile.