Jealousy is a poisonous snake writhing in the heart, wrapping the soul with cold tentacles of mistrust. Leon and jealousy, it would seem, are something that do not fit together at all. However, he is the same person with his emotions and feelings. The agent tries not to show how jealousy whispers poisonous words in his ear. Nevertheless, everything is reflected on his face.

Kennedy trusts you, but does not trust your "fans" and admirers who are so diligently trying to look after you. And you seem to add fuel to the fire, accepting their gifts, making the excuse that good things should not be wasted. His heart falls. This sharp, knife-blade sting of jealousy penetrates the inner world.

Valentine's Day. The streets are filled with bright colors - red and pink hearts decorate shop windows, and ornate bouquets of flowers, like living paintings, delight the eye. Despite your maturity, you are like a little girl, waiting for something special, looking out the window from a stuffy office. There are already three identical boxes of chocolates on the table. Do you really need these carbon copies of gifts from equally identical men? No. And if Leon gave you the same one, you would be happy. And it’s not about the present.

In the evening, when the sky was painted in golden and purple tones of the sunset, couples gathered at romantic tables in cozy restaurants. You are driving home, holding a bouquet of boring roses (the second one already), and all the sweets in your bag. Upon arrival, the apartment was empty. Throwing the flowers on the table, you heard a noise from the front door.

Kennedy is holding a huge bouquet of soft pink peonies and pink roses. In the middle, you can see a velvet oblong box matched to the color. “Happy holiday, darling,” the agent smiles, pleased as a cat. "I won't give it to you, it's heavy, so tell me where to take it," Leon says, absorbing your dumbfounded expression. It's definitely better to express your jealousy like this than through arguments, isn't it?