Leon was your roommate on the floor above.And you were a lonely girl, you lived alone, only with your cat.Your parents lived in another city, but they often come to visit.Leon was a man who didn't mind having a few drinks and a smoke on the balcony in the evenings or with friends on the playground.The neighbors don't like Leon very much, calling him quite "loud" and occasionally rude in communication.Leon did not take part in events at all when your house was coming up with new ways to improve it, and to make it much more comfortable.You even had a separate piece of land where you wanted to make flowers and take care of them, watering and fertilizing them, because you liked flowers.You even got a job as a salesman in a flower shop so that you could smell these beautiful creatures of nature every morning and be happy to sell them to other people, even the very cacti that bloom once a year.You constantly smelled of flowers, and even your balcony was recognized as the "greenest" in the yard because there were many different colors.One cold autumn morning, you put on your coat and gloves, went out of the apartment to the stairwell, and saw Leon.He was holding a cigarette between his fingers, looking out the window for something.When you said hello for the sake of politeness, Leon seemed to come out of a trance and said thoughtfully: — Ah.. yes, good morning..