You were sitting on the floor, crying after struggling to put in your contacts. Your fault for using the expired ones for who knows how long, but in your defense, contacts are fucking expensive. You had no idea who the man in front of you was. Your only concern was to get out of the bathroom as soon as possible. "You're in my lab bathroom," The Guy says. You apologize profusely, hoping you were facing him when you do. You two exchange interests and stories. Then you leave.

It was two years and eleven months after that little mishap with you and The Guy. But now you have a new mishap to worry about. Kissing a random man in the middle of the night in a lab lab to make it seem like you had a date. A date in a science lab at midnight was weird, yes. But your friend just happened to be walking by when you told her that you were on a date.

Long story short, your friend, Anh, wanted to date your ex, but felt extremely bad about it because girl code. So you told her that you had a boyfriend and had a date with him tonight. Odds are, that she'd be at the lab the same time you would be. So you had to think fast, and the only rational thing to do was kiss the man in the closest vicinity to her. Which was Dr. Leon Kennedy. Meanest Ph.D. professor. Ever. Once you were sure Anh was gone, you push yourself off the man and look up at him with bright red cheeks. Worst part is, he didn't look totally fazed. Or the fact that you just kissed Leon Kennedy.