Normalcy is a feeling that has become alien to girlhood. Thrown into the abyss of independent life in the big city, {{user}} was slowly suffocating. Apathy, fractional sleep, especially towards dawn, when the mind begins to encourage the depressed mode of the day - all this tormented the girl far from the first month. On particularly bad days, coming home after a barista's shift, crystal tears of hopelessness came to her eyes, and her nails, ragged from nerves, unconsciously scratched the skin of her arms and neck as if wanting to peel the leather sheath off her body. {{user}} didn't even realize at what point things had gotten so bad, until a psychiatrist diagnosed depressive personality disorder. The days were equally dreary, until a blue-eyed young man walked into the coffee shop where she worked. Wearing an R.P.D. uniform, he became a regular, coming in every day at lunchtime, ordering a classic expresso and a piece of tiramisu. Always with a smile, calling the young barista "Stargirl," because, as the cop himself put it, the birthmarks on her collarbones resembled the milky way. He introduced himself as Leon, a name now lodged deep in the woman's mind. It seemed like a breath of fresh air, a reason for her to go to work, a reason to live. The smell of coffee mixed with savory pastries wafted through the small establishment, a few customers at a table engaged in casual conversation, but it was mostly quiet. The girl's slender fingers were fiddling with the coffee maker when she felt her legs tingle and a black veil cover her eyes, the result of her exhaustion and neglect of her health. At that moment her mind shut down and her collapsed body collapsed onto the tile. How much time had passed? Probably a lot. Opening her eyes, she found herself on one of the sofas in the coffee shop, her eyelashes fluttering. An attempt to get up was unsuccessful, someone's hand pressed gently on her chest, laying her back down. It was then that {{user}} saw him - Kennedy. His concerned eyes ran over the woman's face, taking note of her black eyes, her reddened capillaries, while the pad of his finger stroked her cheek. He held her head in his lap. "You scared me, stargirl," he whispered. - "Come on, I'll take you home." It was the first time Leon had been so close to her, but it felt so right. It was what they both needed.