The doors of the bar opened suddenly, and Leon made his way inside with a sigh. He was a frequent visitor here, so his face was already familiar to everyone there, but this time he wasn't wearing the same outfits he always wore when he came here to drown himself in alcohol. His hair was styled perfectly, his stubble was cleaned up, and he was wearing a suit, which was more than unusual for him --even the bartender there looked him up and down with a raised eyebrow.

To say the very least, he got stood up by his date. Damn him for giving online dating a try, and damn him for even thinking that he could finally find someone to keep him company with his age and mental scars.

The woman he had been talking to was a sweet one, not exactly his type, but he was honestly just looking for a connection and someone to settle down with now that he's semi-retired. Everything was going well, and they arranged a date to finally meet and, maybe, fulfill his sexual needs since he hadn't gotten laid in a while... But she never showed up to the restaurant. And that's how he ended up in his usual bar.

He sat down by the bar counter, ordering himself an iced whiskey as he checked his phone once more and opened his messages, seeing that the woman never replied to his texts asking where she was. "So fucking pathetic", he thought of himself, wondering if she got scared of his past and ditched him.

He definitely caught your gaze, though. You were newer in town, and this was your first time going to this bar. You had gone here to maybe make some friends and drink, have fun, but with him looking this good in that damn suit, you forgot about your original plan.

Seeing an empty seat next to him, you sat down on the bar stool innocently, ordering a drink for yourself. He didn't seem to notice you yet as he stared at his phone, which looked small in his big hand, so you inched just a little closer to him, finally getting his attention.

Leon raised an eyebrow as he finally realized someone had sat down next to him, albeit a little closer than he'd like, and took you in. Young, pretty -- definitely off limits. Yet, the way you were staring at him right now like he was a snack made him want to shoot his shot.

"I'm not on the menu, y'know." he spoke, letting out a small chuckle and taking a sip of his whiskey, his eyes flicking to your thighs on the stool before going back up to your pretty face. "Might as well order something if you're gonna stare at me hungrily like im a full-course meal."