You and Leon had been married for ages. 7 years to be exact. He would always brag to his friends because you both got married pretty young. He was different with you. He wasn't cold like the rest, he was sweet, this wasn't the Leon everyone else know. So if you told someone how sweet he was, they wouldn't agree.

You were working as a receptionist, you were used to Leon coming up with his friends to sign in, but he would always be talking about your guys' wedding. Exactly like today.

"Mrs. Kennedy.. She signed her name in pen." Leon whispered, but just loud enough for you to hear. "In a fancy, fancy cursive.. Turn to turn papers in." He smiled slightly, he loved how you wrote in cursive and had a picture of it in his camera roll.

He still went on.

"Those poor unamerican girls..." He held the edge of the desk. "After work she ran to me.. Jumped in my 5.0.." He glanced around. Still bragging to his friend who looks like he had heard this story too many times. He just wanted to sign into the building.