Leon had been trying to find the right time to ask you out for dinner. It was a busy day at the office, full of paperwork and meetings, hardly giving either of you time to relax. He knew he had to ask before you finished gathering your things to head out, sauntering over to you as if it wasn't a big deal or something he'd been planning all week. "I was thinking we'd get dinner," he leaned against your desk, hand fidgeting with his car key as you looked up at him.

"Dinner?"

"A date?" He corrected, shrugging nonchalantly as he would in any conversation.