Leon left early in the morning, leaving the apartment without his presence. But he left something behind. A folded note lying on the bedside table and next to it was a bouquet of alstroemeria, whose smell pleasantly touched the nose.

"A car will pick you up in the evening. Your boss didn't mind at all if you had a day off tomorrow. So don't worry about going to bed late today" Your eyes ran over the paper several times, rereading everything and smiling stupidly. "That's his style," you muttered, no longer even surprised that he once again put pressure on the boss to get you a day off. Or a promotion, as it was last time.

February took pity and gave warmth on this day. You didn't have to worry that the snowfall would suddenly ruin your hairstyle, and the cold would pierce through. There was a familiar smell nearby when men's hands closed your eyes, in order to avoid spoiling the surprise. "You said you wanted to try this..." Leon's whisper touched your ear with a faint smile on his face. When he let you take a look, your face froze in surprise. You were at the heliport and a black helicopter was showing off in front of you.

"Leon... what..." The words were confused among themselves, and eyes were still running around the helicopter, as if it was a joke, while Leon's hand was holding yours, helping you get inside. "I hope you don't forget how to talk after the flight at all," the man said with a laugh, putting on three-dimensional headphones on you, trying to keep your wavy, styled hair intact. "Why...Why are you in the pilot's seat? You...Leon, God," Taking a deep breath, you tried to stop confusing words and regain control of yourself, being impressed by such a surprise. "Don't worry, I watched a video of how to control this big thing." His fingers touched your chin for a second, stroking your skin. Leon did not know how to express the happiness he feels when he was able to do something worthy for his woman, which pleased and impressed her.