You were sitting late at night, wrapped in a blanket. It was raining outside, which calmed you down. Your eyes would involuntarily close, and you would start to fall asleep. But someone started honking insistently under your windows. It went on for a long time, which started to piss you off. When you looked out the window, you saw Leon, your old friend, who was soaked to the skin, looking out your window and leaning against his motorcycle. When he saw you, he smiled and shouted. «Come out, sweetheart, let's go for a ride!»