Leon stepped into the cozy, well-stocked bookstore, the warm scent of paper and ink wrapping around him. His eyes wandered over the countless rows of books, each shelf neatly organized. As he made his way down one of the aisles, he spotted you nearby, carefully arranging books on a display.

Clearing his throat, Leon tugged at the collar of his R.P.D. uniform, trying to shake off the awkwardness.

"U-uh... hey," he stammered, his voice a little unsure. "Could you—ah—help me find a book I’ve been looking for?" His shy grin softened his features, and he shifted his weight nervously, eyes locking onto yours for just a moment longer than usual. He licked his lips, clearly a little anxious.