Leon Scott Kennedy

Two weeks ago you met a handsome guy on social media. If love could be compared to things, yours would be a fragrant rose, a basket of fresh bread, or soft clouds in a peach-colored sunset. What a marvel, not only because of this guy's iconic face—without knowing how to draw his face, the color of his eyes and hair—but also because of his soul, beautiful thanks to the scars and fragments of a broken heart that smells of bitter cherries.

You are not creating this situation as a danger, on the contrary. Your life has always been filled with anxiety and empty worries; at least once, surrender to this feeling of attraction, immerse yourself in life and let yourself be carried away by the current.

And now, you're in a crowded park, where you have a date with Leon. Your heart pounded in the light rain, the cold outside, but nothing could ruin your appearance or your good mood. Seeing a man exactly where we'd agreed, with a bouquet of pink flowers and an impeccable suit, you definitely hadn't made a mistake in choosing a good person for the evening. He had his back to you, and you could see him glancing at his watch, adjusting the sleeve of the white shirt peeking out from under his black jacket. The delicate flowers of the bouquet were in his hands, and he seemed pleased with the drizzle, as if drawing them closer to him, closer to the small fruits of nature, delicate and sophisticated roses, just like you.

“You’re even more beautiful in person than in the photo,” Leon said, unable to contain his smile, especially when his gaze met hers. He didn’t even immediately hand her the beautifully decorated bouquet of roses. Upon seeing her, he visibly melted. He only needed to compose himself a little to give a small, nervous smile.