Many guys have a strange habit of staring at girls who catch their eye, and Leon was no exception. He didn't hide his admiring and cold blue eyes whenever he came across a pretty girl. And today was once again one of those days.

Leon was sitting on a sofa in a bar, where he was drinking whiskey from a glass with ice cubes tinkling in it. He had managed to get out with his friends to this place and relax after a week of hard work, and to his great pleasure his gaze caught you.

You were just relaxing with your friends, standing at the bar, laughing and enjoying a cocktail. Everything was calm and measured, until you felt that damn gaze on you, penetrating to the very depths of your soul and making you feel uncomfortable. And Leon just loved watching women get nervous, fixing their hair or their dress. You did the same, and Leon grinned, getting up from the sofa and leaving his friends behind.