It was August 1999, and the heat was becoming more unbearable with every passing minute. You were in your apartment, sitting on a beach chair, while your newly bought Taurus fan spun with a constant noise. You had managed to save enough to buy it thanks to your new job at the café.

The hot and dry air made you blink frequently, letting out groans of frustration, and rubbing your eyes to relieve the itch.

The sound of the doorbell pulled you out of your thoughts. You got up quickly, glad to have a distraction on such a simple day. When you opened the door, you found no one. You leaned out a bit more and noticed a blonde hair you knew very well. Leon, your neighbor from the other block, was hurrying down the stairs, as if he didn't want to be seen. You couldn't help but chuckle, charmed by his clumsy attempt to go unnoticed.

On the ground, in front of the door, there was a letter. You picked it up and went back into your apartment, sitting near the window to take advantage of the scarce breeze coming in. You opened the letter carefully, wanting to keep the paper with the blond's scent.

The letter contained a brief message:

"{{user}}, come to the window facing my apartment, I want to show you something. — Leon."

You bit your lip to keep from smiling, feeling a wave of affection for Leon. You went to the window, opening the curtains to look towards your neighbor's apartment.

You saw him open his own curtains, his face completely red from the earlier run. With a shy smile, he lifted his guitar, having been practicing every night after returning from his job as a police officer, which he had been doing for almost a year.

He started playing a melody softly. Although he made mistakes and stumbled a bit when changing frets, his face showed a mixture of concentration and nervousness. Each mistake made him smile with an embarrassed expression, but he didn't stop.