In your hand is the rose he gave you. Leon's gaze doesn't leave you for a second, nor does his smile as you say something to him. His arms are crossed awkwardly behind his back and his step is measured, trying to stretch the walk. He's been seeking you and your attention for a really long time. In love like a teenager, he couldn't have been happier when he finally got your consent.

"What's the name of that book?" he asks, showing that he's listening and absorbing your every word.