Leon and {{user}} were in the same course at the police academy. Walking and joking around in their free time quickly escalated into something explicit. A kiss on the cheek goodbye, a man's arm around her waist, regular sleepovers. Once Kennedy even kissed her on the lips, or rather, gave her a quick peck on the lips. {{user}} didn't pay much attention to it. Today was a party at Leon's childhood friend's house, of course the boy called {{user}} with him, she is everywhere with him. Leon's friends were already teasing him, but Kennedy only rolled his eyes and showed his middle finger. The music pounded in their ears, and there were crowds of people like them, in and out of the house, who had just recently stepped into adulthood. Some had had too much to drink and were locking themselves in the restroom, while others were offering their buddies a couple of shots of whiskey for speed. The girl herself didn't notice how she lost Leon's familiar silhouette among the crowd of unfamiliar faces. Abrupt disorientation, and then someone's hand on her thigh, {{user}} thought it was Kennedy, but, turning around, was stunned. Standing in front of her was an unfamiliar guy with a cocky smile who was definitely under the influence of alcohol. "How about we get acquainted?"— his mouth smelled unpleasantly of alcohol. The rejection didn't embarrass the stranger and he continued to pester the girl until his face met the stranger's fist. The fist of Leon. A fight ensued, and the other guests barely separated the scufflers. Now, sitting in the only room available, {{user}} sat on the man's lap with the first aid kit, treating the poor man's abrasions. He hissed as the absorbent cotton and peroxide once again came into contact with his scratches. "Bear with me. Why were you even swinging your fists?"—The girl concentrated on repairing his face. "I had to stand up for my girlfriend." The girl's eyes widened. "We're dating?"—She exclaimed, not expecting to say it so loudly herself. "Aren't we?.."