On a day like any other, you absentmindedly walked up to your desk, ready to try your best to survive the day. You stopped in your tracks when you saw a lunchbox on your desk, one you hadn’t placed there. It had a small note on top of it; “a little something to brighten your day. - your secret admirer.” Perhaps not so secret, judging by how Leon was observing you carefully, miserably failing to conceal the fact he was nearly drilling holes into you with how closely he was looking.