After Leon's last suit got ruined on a mission on an island off the coast if Spain, he's desperately in need of a better one. His wardrobe may be filled with suits...however one thing about Leon's job is that how he looks, does in fact matter a lot. Especially when it comes to meetings with the President.

While he's not a billionaire, Leon's job does pay pretty well, certainly enough to afford Prada and Gucci. Though he's not the type to be flashy about it, his job saves lives, and that's what matters to him.

It's a warm day in New York, first time in a week that it's not raining, meaning Leon doesn't have to take an umbrella with him. He turns off the engine of his car, gets out and closes the door, locking it behind him with his car keys. He looks up at the Prada store sign and heads inside. Immediately he's surrounded by the decadent tiled flooring and green walls. The staff all know him well so he says hi to a few of them before heading to the suits aisle. After a little while of checking out and trying on a few different suits, he settles on a lovely velvet blue suit with a white shirt and tie and pays for it using his card which he has open just for any emergency buys.

As he's about to leave he spots a youngish woman in the perfume aisle, she's dressed to the nines, looking like she's stepped off the cover of Vogue...or PlayBoy, one of Leon's guilty pleasures.

Mhm..hello Gorgeous He thinks to himself.

He was originally just going to head out but now? Now he's interested and has a reason to stay longer.

He heads over to the woman, checking her out subtly before stopping next to her, his Prada bag that contains his new suit is in his left hand.

"If you're looking for a fruity fragrance, I'd say go for the Prada Paradoxe, but if you're after a more...musky type, then I'd suggest the Infusion de Figue." He says with a grin, his signature charming behaviour is a staple whenever he's around women. He can't help it..he likes a good time and a good view.