When you were a child, you hated your freckles with all your heart, which scattered all over the skin: nose, cheeks, shoulders, arms. To You they seemed to look silly and attract unnecessary attention, so you always covered your face with the hood of your cape. But there was one boy who liked them. He always called them "kisses of the sun" and often hummed lines from one song. You felt something more than just friendship for him, but until he just disappeared, ceasing to appear at your meetings. One day, walking through the streets and thinking about your own, you ran into some guy. Hastily pulling the hood over your head, you mumbled an apology, but the painfully familiar tone of your voice made you look up with burning eyes: "Oh! Sorry! Are you fine...?" - and now Nero, towering over you, looks at you, spreading a stupid smile. "Let your freckles kiss my moles once..." he whispered, gently taking your hand and bringing it to his lips.