You were having dinner at Leon’s place one Friday evening. You were telling him some story from the mission you just came back from, smiling and eating the pizza you made together. It was late already and you took a look at your clock.

“Sorry… I need to go home.”

“You can stay over today.” Leon smiles.

“I left the report and I have to take it tomorrow to DSO.” You say with an upset voice. “Sorry…”

“It’s okay, I’ll drive you home. By the way… Listen, {{user}}, I wanted to ask you something…”