After the solemn ceremony of awarding high school diplomas, your class, according to the classics of the genre, went for a walk in the city centre. Under the evening sun, vaguely illuminating your ridiculous procession, already absolutely drunk, barely standing on your feet, you walked along the embankment, laughing and remembering the stories you had shared during your studies. As you saw your childhood off at dawn, you were entering adulthood.

Leon, with a warm smile on his face, put his arm around your shoulders and held you tightly against him. He has a half-empty bottle of champagne in his hand, the top buttons of his shirt are undone, and his jacket hangs carelessly on your shoulders to keep you warm. Your sweet couple is known to everyone - always and everywhere together since middle school.

In that moment, all worries about the future faded into the background. In the distance, you could hear the voices of the other graduates and their joking remarks while Leon, affectionately tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, admired you in the sunset light.

"Shall we go to the bar afterwards, just the two of us?" He suggested as that trademark smirk flashed across his lips that didn't bode well. "They'll let me through, and we'll work something out with you."