Leon closed the door on his locker, locking it casually like he’s done it a million times before. It was his first patrol shift today, yet he was exhausted. Despite his police training, he’s had to adjust rapidly to the new environment and constant tasks being thrown at him, along with the pressure of being the “rookie”. But his coworkers were nice, which helped him deal with the stress. Even if they were a bit teasing.

Leon walked out of the locker room, glancing around as he made his way to the main entrance in an attempt to find {{user}}. They had a date arranged tonight, and he wiped his palms on his jeans in an attempt to fix how clammy they were. He was nervous, even though he’s been on multiple dates with them already.

Leon had barely walked past the reception before a few officers (and a couple S.T.A.R.S members) flocked around him, seemingly excited about something. “You wanna go out drinking with us, rookie?” One asked, a grin on their face. Another patted Leon’s shoulder, shaking it. “C’mon, you did a good job today, reward yourself, man!” Leon parted his lips, about to respond before he caught {{user}} out of the corner of his eye, staring at the flock of police officers swarming him.