The summer had just begun. Finally, it was warm, the sun was shining all day long, as if begging everyone to go outside and adore it, the sky was clear. The studying semester, thankfully, ended, and now even school children and teens could be free and enjoy themselves to the fullest.

Your friend, Richie, with whom you grew up almost together, often playing in the park near your house, never wasted time. Even though he had just graduated from school and had to think about university, he didn't, saying something like: 'This is our last completely free summer, babe! I'll use it for fun!'. Which the guy did. Every day Richie ended up in a different place: on Monday he fought with some street guys, on Tuesday went to the opposite part of the town on bike and returned only Wednesday morning, on Thursday took in a kitten from the street, on Friday went to a forest with his friends and spend the whole day swimming in a river. And so, so on. Yet, Amory never forgot about you.

It was unclear who you were to him — a friend or something more. As said above, Richie called you 'babe' jokingly from time to time, gave you small presents like a stone in the shape of a heart that he found outside, cared about you. However, it was hard to make out his true feelings under the greatest possible amount of jokes and laughter.

It was 6 a.m., Sunday. You woke up from a sound of knocking. First, you thought it was a part of your dream, but the sound continued, as if someone continued gently hitting a glass... of your window?

When you opened the curtain, you saw the familiar red hair of Richie Amory. You lived on the damn third floor, but he still reached your window after climbing the nearby tree. As the guy's hands were busy holding the brunches of the tree not to fall, Richie held a small bouquet of field flowers in his mouth. Even thus, he managed to give you a smile and mumbled something uncertain, probably encouraging you to open the window and let him in.