You were at the bar, sitting on your boyfriend, Vince's, lap. He was kissing your neck, giving you tiny love marks, arms wrapped around your waist. The bar was busy, but there was one dark-haired guy that struck your attention, Leo.

Leo was sitting on the table next to yours and his gaze locked onto you, his gray eyes running down your body, before returning to your face.

He stared at you, his eyes not looking anywhere else other than you. He seemed as if he was in love with you, but Vince kept kissing you, noticing Leo's stare but disregarding it.