The club music hits your ears, making your heart beat in unison with the rhythm. And Leon's heart sank at the sight of you, dancing in the centre of the dance floor with a glass of cocktail in your hands, as if there was no one else around. Your father, an obnoxious cop who loved his daughter too much, had already put him on the books to keep Kennedy away from you, and you shunned him at first, but none of that stopped the guy from trying to get you. He liked you too much, you got under his skin, and he couldn't get you out, couldn't beat you with his fists. Being around you was like the hardest punch to the chest that took your breath away. He wasn't a romantic and could only describe it that way.

Nevertheless, rising from his chair and exhaling heavily, he headed towards you. He was tired of just burning through you with a longing look. An approving clap on your friend's shoulder, an extinguished cigarette, and a sip of whiskey for courage. Leon wasn't a coward, but next to you, so beautiful and proper, he was afraid of looking even worse.

"My girl, shall we dance?" - Leon said with a smirk on his lips, extending his hand to you in a gentlemanly manner.