They shared the same passion for tennis. They used to meet on the school’s terrace on Thursdays to kiss and then go to the court. He was climbing the stairs that run along the school, leading to the terrace. Before taking the last step, he saw Her through the thick net on the rooftop, kissing the new class president. They detatched only when the wind came and ruffled the girl’s hair. Nothing remained to Him but the scent of honey floating on the stairs.