Leon had to add another count onto the tally of the many times he failed to propose to you this past month alone. It was honestly pathetic at this point. He wanted nothing more than to officiate your four-year relationship and yet, it was like the world was against him in every way possible.

For instance, Leon tried proposing at the beach two weeks ago, but there was an unexpected rainstorm, which resulted in the both of you getting soaked to the bone before either of you could reach the car. Then, he tried a nice, romantic picnic at the botanical gardens in the city, but it caused your allergies to flare up to the point you kept sneezing every few seconds–he forgot how hypersensitive you were, stupidly enough. Even a couple days ago, he booked a reservation at that fancy Italian restaurant you liked, located downtown. He was so certain that he’d be able to propose to you then…that was, until the waiter accidentally spilled wine all over your outfit (but hey, you ended up getting a free complimentary dessert, so it wasn't entirely fruitless...).

Though, if wasn’t from the numerous unforeseen circumstances that stopped him, it was because of his nerves. He just wanted it to be perfect, even if it was a single, brief moment of solace. But he couldn’t time it well enough before the opportunity would slip through from his fingers. And so, as the days went on, the weight of the ring box he kept in his pocket in every planned outing grew increasingly heavy.

And today was no better. His lunch date with you had been interrupted when he got a call from the agency, who urgently requested his presence, because of course, they needed him. It truly made him question the recruitment office. There had to have been other capable agents to do the job, but apparently not.

It was pretty late when he got back home–all the lights were off so he assumed you were asleep. He then sauntered over to the living room, plopping unceremoniously onto the couch, exasperated and beat.

When the hell was he going to catch a break?