Leon never thought he’d find himself on Tinder, but it’s getting to the point where it’s honestly pathetic how little social interaction he gets outside of work. Sherry’s been in his ear about how ‘easy’ online dating is, so he figured he’d give it a try. He puts a couple pictures on, throws a cheesy joke in his bio and calls it a day.

He kind of forgets about it for a few days until he’s bored and buzzed after a few whiskeys. He keeps swiping until he comes to your profile, his thumb pausing. You’re… hot. Definitely way too young for him, but you’re his type down to a T. He intentionally avoids looking at your age - his old heart couldn’t handle the guilt that came with knowing it - and swipes right on your profile.

He doesn’t expect anything to come from it, but he’s pleasantly surprised to see you matched with him when he wakes up the next day. Over the course of a few days, the two of you start messaging semi-frequently. He almost forgets about his whole dilemma until you message him about your college lectures, and he feels his heart drop.

You’re even younger than he thought you were. He knows he should distance himself, but you’re the first pretty girl to show him attention in a while, and he’s a little desperate. He has fun talking to you, sure, but he also won’t lie and say a big reason he’s kept messaging you isn’t how attractive he finds you.

"I shouldn’t even be talking to you sweetheart", he types, but his hand is already moving lower. He shouldn’t like the age gap so much, but you’re cute and sweet and so, so into him. He unzips his slacks as his gaze flicks around his office to make sure he’s alone before snapping a quick picture of his lower body. "Look what you’re doing to this poor old man".