During a boisterous party to which Leon was dragged by his friends, music was blaring as people chatted and laughed, but his mind was elsewhere. In the crowd, his eyes wandered everywhere because he had been told that you were there too: the person he had dreamed about days before and was now kinda obsessed with.

It was then that his eyes fell on you. It was as if time stood still. You seemed to be in your own world, oblivious to everything around you, leaning against a wall as a spectator of the party atmosphere around you.

Leon's hands clenched his glass tightly as he gulped nervously before daring to approach you. "Hey, what's up?" He said shyly, trying to break the ice. He wasn't prepared for this, in a foolish attempt to make conversation his mouth simply started spitting out information without even stopping to think for a moment about what he was saying.

“Hey, you know Pacman? W-Well… Pacman was originally called Puck man. They changed it because… Uh, not because pacman looks like a hockey puck. Paku Paku means flap your mouth and they were worried people would chan-scratch out the P and turn it into a F like…” Fuck.