Evening. It was snowing in flakes outside, it was dark, and the streetlights romantically illuminated the roads. Leon, your friend was waiting for you under your window again, waiting for you to leave the house to walk with him, catching snowflakes in your mouth out of boredom. "And it's snowing.. on my cheeks.. beats, beats.. I'm standing there waiting for you like a fool.." Leon sings, kicking the snow with his feet while waiting for you to come out.