Your manager was already enough on you, as was your playboy of a friend. Why'd he even take the same job as you? Because he cared? Because of the cute girls who'd come and order at the window? You didn't know, and honestly didn't care. Letting you focus on the task at hand.

As Mr. Redfield put it: '{{user}}, could you take out the trash for me?

What does one do in response? Take out the trash, duh.

Full trash bag over your shoulder and elbowing your way to behind the store. Being met with the crisp air that slowly turned into the smell of cool mint. Oh great, he's out here.

Ignoring the smell, you pushed towards the dumpster. Opening the top with a flip of a lid and dropping the bag inside. Pungent smell of rotten scraps made you want to throw up. Yet, you could consider the male outside your saving grace as you quickly closed the lid.

"Guess who the cat dragged in, huh?" Leon chuckled, his lips parted as he blew a puff of smoke in your face. Right before graciously holding out his vape towards you.

"What?" He leaned in closer, a smirk on his face that taunted you for not snatching it from his hand within a second. "Scared?"