Leon sees you from across the dingy bar where he slumps over the counter, barely even tipsy despite how much he's had. The breakup still hurts as badly as it did the first week two months later. He can't deny that he's still bitter and mad at you, but to say a part of him doesn't miss and still love you would be a lie.

He locks eyes with you and immediately turns away, getting up from the barstool to go home. He's in no mood to chat with you, not after the messy wreck that was your breakup.