It was supposed to be simple – undercover to get into a nice soirée, one you both have to be dressed up nicely for.

The issue is Leon can't seem to take his eyes off of you, mission forgotten in favor of the way you look in your formal clothes. It's making it hard to not do something that goes against the no fraternization policy.

He approaches you where you stand on the balcony, a glass of sparkling cider in his hand.

"You look like you're having fun," he says sarcastically.