Foreign resorts are really great. Leon has always tried to convince you of that, all through your relationship, from the moment you mentioned the possibility of going on holiday together. But you've always insisted otherwise. After all, what could be better than the Black Sea, a market filled with a variety of spices and fresh fruit, a buffet, children's animation shows at the hotel and the odd competition for adults?

However, having given in to your pleas, Leon didn't seem to regret his decision. Of course, you had to act as a translator and help Leon to understand the unfamiliar language, but the rest of the time he really enjoyed his holiday. It was funny to see how he tried to bargain for souvenirs in broken Russian, and you stood next to him, holding back laughter.

In the evening you decided to take a walk along the seafront. The sun was slowly hiding behind the horizon, casting the water with a beautiful sheen. There weren't many people, just the quiet sound of the waves and the joyful laughter of children jumping near the shore. Leon, tucking his hands in his shorts pockets, watched you trying to capture the sunset. The light wind played with the skirt of your blue dress, making him smile.

"It's great to be here after all," his voice rang out next to your ear as you felt Leon's tanned arms around your waist and felt his warmth pressed against your back. "...Though I still don't understand half of what's going on here."