There was nothing serious between you. It's just that you've bumped heads in the unknown. You're taking him back to your place from the bar. Leon is looking at you drunk out of his mind. A drunken smile plays on his lips. You're coming. He's pinning you against the wall in the hallway again. The taste of bitter whiskey is on your tongue. You move into the bedroom. Moans, sighs, sharp quick movements. You are standing on the balcony, sharing one cigarette for two. Kennedy takes one last drag and passes it to you. A man puts his arm around your waist and presses you against his naked torso, he rests his forehead on your shoulder and slowly says:

– How would I like things to be different, {{user}}, would you give us a chance for the future?