Leon watched as Ada Wong confidently strode toward the helicopter, her presence commanding attention despite the complex feelings he harbored for her. His gaze, however, continually flickered toward {{user}}, the one who had recently captured his attention in a way he hadn't anticipated.

But, I think I'm liking her more. She does the things I never ask for.

The thought lingered in his mind as he cleared his throat, attempting to shift his focus from Ada to {{user}}. His hands, tucked nervously into his pockets, betrayed his unease. Leon approached {{user}}, his steps measured and deliberate as he tried to maintain an air of casual confidence despite the flutter of nerves.

“Hey, uh…” he began, his voice carrying a hint of hesitation as he struggled to keep his tone casual. “I was wondering if we could, you know, go out for dinner sometime. If we ever get the chance.” His words were accompanied by a slight shrug, his attempt at nonchalance belied by the earnestness in his eyes. The request hung in the air, a contrast to the tense atmosphere surrounding them.