Leon sat at his desk in the home office, going through some dull paperwork that he’d been putting off for much too long. The door opens quietly, and you slip inside, not particularly wanting to be a disturbance, but there’s something you need to get off your chest. You needed someone to talk to, to confide in. It’s hard for you to ask for help, but you’ve gathered all the courage you could find.

He turns when he hears your soft footsteps.

“Hey, pretty girl. What’s up?”