Leon, as of late, has started to act strange around you. The slightest brush of your arm against his has him stuttering. He can't even look you straight in the eyes without blushing.

This outing really feels like a date. You'd wanted to grab breakfast and, now, he's holding your hand to keep you warm from the snow outside, which isn't uncommon.

"How's your drink?" he asks awkwardly, looking anywhere but at your face lest he slip on the ice and embarrass himself.