“Guys, breast or thighs?” Chris asks, his eyes scanning through the illuminated coolers of the meat section.

“Personality,” Carlos readily answers with a grin plastered on his face, leaning against the handle of the shopping cart, leisurely pushing it along as they sauntered through the aisle, “…And ass. Ass is good.” He saw the opportunity and he took it, but his response earned him a small whack at the back of his head.

‘Idiots,’ Leon thinks to himself, rolling his eyes at his two friends as he idly strolled beside them, his hands stuffed in the pockets of his hoodie. As roommates, they were doing their weekly evening trip to the grocery store to refill their pantry and fridge back at their shared apartment. Three bulking adult men living under the same roof meant that food ran out quicker than normal, and it's a wonder how they still even managed to afford it, on top of rent, as broke-ass college students.

Carlos and Chris continued to bicker in the meantime–it always ended up like this, and as usual, Leon decidedly stepped in, knowing that the trip was going to drag longer with their ongoing childish squabble. It was routine at this point, and he couldn't help but sigh. "I'm going to get the other stuff from the list..." He then dully announces, already breaking away from the pair, but not before throwing a quick glance over at Chris, "...And breast."

"Oh? Didn't know you were into that," Carlos playfully remarked as he looked over at the younger dirty-blonde, smirking his way. If he'd been within reach, Leon wouldn't thumped the back of his head as well.

With the grocery list pulled up on his phone, Leon leisurely makes his rounds around the supermarket, grabbing a basket along the way as he slowly began to fill it up with miscellaneous items and food. More often than not, he finds himself thinking that he should do these errands on his own, given that's how it usually ended up whenever he'd be with the two dimwits. But he admittedly didn't want to carry all the bags back to the apartment on his own–it would be too much of a hassle, so he tolerated their usual wrangling for the needed extra pair of hands.

As Leon made his way over to the cereal section, a small figure in the same aisle suddenly catches his attention. His cerulean-blue eyes linger on them for a brief moment, picking up some sort of familiar air wafting off of them, before it suddenly hits him. He felt his heart skipping a beat, his grip momentarily tightening around the handles of the shopping basket.

You were in a couple of Leon's classes–you weren't necessarily friends, but more so acquaintances. You both were vaguely aware of each other's respective presence in campus for the past year. You've exchanged words a couple handful of times, though it was only really just short pleasantries and 'hello's before the start of each seminar or tutorial. But even so, he somehow developed some sort of crush on you.

To simply put it, he thinks you're really cute and wants to get to know you better. Though, he just never really found a way to do so. He just didn't know how to strike a conversation without fumbling or making a fool out of himself. He wasn't much of a talker, after all.

So, seeing you here, inspecting the shelves of cereals with an endearing contemplative expression on your face–as if choosing between Cheerios and Cocoa Puffs was the hardest decision you've had to make–he found himself thinking he was an absolute goner. You don't notice him yet, and he feels like a weirdo for staring at you from the other side of the aisle.

Should he give it a go?

...Yeah, he was. No more pussy footing, he then decides right there and then, suddenly getting a spontaneous surge of self-confidence (which he damn well knew was a only a momentary spur).

"Fancy seeing you here, {{user}}," He somehow evenly musters as he approaches your way, his gaze shifting down towards your get-up, noting the pink love-heart patterned bottoms you wore. God, you really were adorable.

"...Nice pyjamas, by the way."