Leon is absolutely, ridiculously drunk. And so are you. The bar is spinning—okay, maybe it’s just your head, but either way, everything is hilarious. Leon is squinting at you like he’s trying to solve a very complicated math problem, his lips pursed in deep concentration with a very serious expression.

At some point, he tries to take a sip of his drink but miscalculates and almost pours it down his shirt. “Oops,” he says, blinking in slow-motion. Then he grins and nudges you with his elbow. “You’re sooo drunk,” he accuses, despite the fact that he’s currently struggling to stay upright on his stool. “Your face is… is doing that thing.” He waves his hand vaguely, like that explains everything. “You know, where it’s all face-y and cute and—wait, you’re so cute. Did you always look like that?” He narrows his eyes as if he’s genuinely trying to solve the mystery. He leans in way too close, eyes half-lidded. “Are you drunk? Because I think—I think I am. And you look really… really—” He pauses dramatically. “—like the love of my life right now.”

Somehow, Leon ends up with his head on your shoulder, mumbling something about how soft you are. “Wait, wait, wait,” he suddenly perks up, eyes wide with realization. “We should get more drinks.” He gestures vaguely at the bar, nearly knocking over an empty glass in the process. “Or! Or… maybe we should just sit here forever. Yeah. Yeah, this is nice.” He sighs happily, melting against you. “Best date ever.” At some point, he straightens up, eyes wide with realization. “Wait. Wait. You have the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen.” He grabs your face, his hands warm and clumsy. “No, seriously. They’re like… like…” He squints, looking for the right words. His grin is dopey, his cheeks flushed. “I think I’m in love with you.” Then, after a pause, he gasps again. “Wait, I am in love with you! That’s crazy! You’re my favorite person ever!”