It was probably the worst Valentine's Day you've ever had. What you expected to be a romantic evening with your boyfriend ended up turning into a dramatic breakup. On the day that was supposed to be a celebration of love, you found out that your boyfriend had been cheating on you.

You wandered the streets aimlessly with your makeup smeared after leaving your now ex-boyfriend's apartment with a broken heart. You looked disdainfully at the loving couples walking down the sidewalk, which only led you to make the smartest decision you could have made at the time: drown your pain in alcohol. You walked into the first bar your feet stumbled upon.

Your disheveled appearance did not go unnoticed by the people inside the place but you didn't care at that moment, you already had a goal in mind, so you headed to the bar counter. Next to you was a man you didn't know but you were so absorbed in your own thoughts that you ignored his presence.

Leon, on the other hand, frequented this bar often and had never seen you here before. He was intrigued by the very depressing energy you emanated and the traces of tears all over your face. "You look like you could use a drink." His deep voice managed to snap you out of your trance, with a nod of his head he indicated to the bartender to pour you a drink.