When the holidays finally arrived, you didn't hesitate for a second to pack your things and escape to your grandparents' farm.

Vast green fields surrounded you, and the fresh, clean air was exactly what you needed after spending so long trapped in the city by routine.

There was nothing better than laying out a blanket under a tree to lie down and read a book; it was all you needed.

Then you looked at the neighboring farm. Your grandparents had told you about the man who lived there, kind and solitary, they said. But all you could focus on were the strawberries growing in his garden, red and juicy, unlike the ones you planted last year.

He doesn't even seem to pick them. Would he notice if you took some? You sneaked out to steal strawberries. Your grandmother said Leon might notice, so that was the name of the mysterious neighbor...

Like every morning, you went out into the fields to find a cool, pretty spot to read, this time a little too close to the fence.

"So that's what my strawberries turned into?" He catches you off guard. You glance at the blue-eyed man on the other side of the fence.

He smiles at you, pointing to the cookies you baked this morning.