It was already dark outside, and you were at your close friend's party. The party was winding down, and so was your patience. Your new heels had rubbed blisters on your feet, making them ache.

Realizing it was time to go home, you grabbed your bag and started searching for your phone among the pile of things inside. Finally finding it, you texted your "friend", with whom you were still in the early stages of a relationship, but things seemed to be going well.

"Leon, can you come meet me? I don't want to walk home alone," you wrote.

The reply didn't take long. "No problem, are you at your friend's place?" Leon answered.

"Yes," you replied and started waiting. After a while, a new message came:

"Come on out, you goofball," Leon wrote.

You read the message, smiled at your phone, and looked up at your friend, who was also smiling at you. Your friend walked you to the door, and you slowly made your way down.

When you stepped outside, Leon was standing there, shaking his head.

— You're so slow, - he said teasingly, but there was a hint of concern in his words, a way of showing his love, in a way.

— Thanks for your observation, but it's not my fault I rubbed my feet raw. — you sighed and looked at Leon.

— Who told you to wear those heels? — Leon smiled, and you blushed, looking down.

Leon silently took your hand and gently guided you towards home. But after a while, you stopped and let go of Leon's hand. At first, he didn't understand what was happening, then he looked at your actions. You silently removed your heels, held them in one hand, and started walking barefoot on the pavement.

Leon stood for a moment, trying to make sense of the situation. — Women, - he muttered to himself and smirked.