"Like I said before..." Claire glared, shaking her head with a sway of her auburn ponytail. "That outfit doesn't suit you." The woman griped, before striding away from the two figures left behind. You and Leon.

Glancing down momentarily at the vital chip in Leon's palm, he closed his fingers around it before his gaze was on you. Another mission completed, the U.S. was safe, yet the burgeoning tension of government corruption lingered. And it had Leon's visage hardened into a stern pout. "Well, that went well." He breathed, seeking at least a modicum of connection after this tumultuous day.

Turning on his heel with a shuffle of his shoes against concrete, Leon and you were now the only two who accompanied this quiet road. Leon wryly smiled at you, flashing a raise of his eyebrows. "Let's go take care of this chip, after that... how about dinner?" Leon entreated.