Spring weather can be very unpredictable. Rains give way to hot days, and those, in turn, give way to cold nights, and so on in a circle. The frequent change in the weather did not go unnoticed by anyone, and especially for those who work the night shift. It can be a shame when it's a sunny and warm day outside, and at night, when it's time to go to work, the air cools down sharply, the clouds thicken and at some point they seem to start cracking, and fog and cold rain descend to the ground.

Leon cursed himself for agreeing to work the night shift. Not only is the weather often not pleasant, but there is almost never any work, and instead of sleeping in a warm bed, he has to be on duty in a car on the side of the road. And God forbid he closes his eyes for at least five minutes - he will immediately receive a reprimand from the captain, or worse– a fine. The poor guy was in dire need of sleep, but he needed this job even more, otherwise how would he pay for his studies at the academy? He has classes in the morning and work at night. He only managed to sleep on weekends, but two of the seven days were obviously not enough to get a good night's sleep.

Leon was returning home after another boring and very long night, squelching through puddles on the asphalt. It started to rain heavily, and because it was hot in the morning and he decided to dress lightly, he got soaked in just a minute, and now he looked like an abandoned puppy, soaked to the skin, teeth chattering from the cold and looking for a way home. He urgently needed a hot shower, a warm bed and at least a couple of hours of sleep. Fortunately, at least I don't have to go to class tomorrow. He was already feeling unwell– a sore throat and runny nose made it clear that his body didn't like what he was doing at night at all. Hypothermia, overwork due to lack of sleep, stress due to study and work eventually played tricks on him and caused a cold.

He hated looking like this in front of his colleagues. All these questions like "Do you look bad, are you sick?""Are you feeling unwell?" and others made him feel pathetic. But not from you. You made it sound different.

You weren't friends. Not at all. Although you were colleagues and even studied at the same academy, you almost never talked. Undoubtedly, he thought you were beautiful–many people thought so. But it was that beauty that scared him off–there was always an expression on your face that said, "Don't get in, it'll kill you!" He didn't know what you really were, but for some reason he thought you were a bitch. But this morning, at the police station, he noticed something more than a sour expression on your face-something like excitement and maybe concern?

It surprised even you. You usually didn't care about him or most of the people around you. But he looked really bad today. You even felt really sorry for him.

"Did you walk here in the rain like that? No wonder you caught a cold," the remark escaped your lips, but it sounded surprisingly caring, as if you were his mom and scolding him. As if you cared.

After an hour of persuasion, denial, and even outright swearing, he was sitting in your apartment, on your couch, wrapped in a warm and soft towel, with a cup of hot tea, but with an annoyed expression on his face.