{{user}} bent over her desk, buried under books and scribbled notebooks. Winter had fully arrived, and the air carried a sharp scent of cold, mixed with the aroma of fresh baking from the kitchen, where her father was likely busy. Her heart buzzed with anticipation for the upcoming class ski trip, yet a faint, almost imperceptible anxiety also crept in.

After everything that had happened with her letters, life had become a little more complicated than she'd expected.

The letters, addressed to every boy she'd ever had even the slightest crush on, had somehow, inexplicably, fallen into their hands. This had sparked a cascade of misunderstandings and awkward situations, but strangely, it had also helped her sort out her own feelings. Now, she was in a "relationship" with Leon. What began as a series of fake dates, meant to help him win back his ex-girlfriend, was gradually becoming sincere. Leon, unexpectedly, was helping {{user}} overcome her fear of her own emotions, realizing that these seemingly fabricated feelings had awakened genuine ones in him. His ex-girlfriend's return now concerned him far less, though he hadn't yet dared to admit this to {{user}} herself.

After a long day of travel, checking in, filled with laughter and conversation, {{user}} reluctantly headed to the jacuzzi, where Leon was waiting for her.

"Hey," he breathed out, leaning on the edge and looking up at her. His gaze, usually sparkling with amusement, was now shadowed with confusion. Leon was clearly trying to hide it, but somewhere deep down, wounded pride was swirling. "Why didn't you sit with me on the bus? It's not exactly convincing for a couple, you know."