Leon was tired of this constant loop of setbacks in his life: battling biological weapons, rejection, stress, and problems. Despite being thirty-eight he felt like he was having a nightmarish existence.

He was slowly but surely being eaten away from the inside, even if he wanted to ignore it. The day that was supposed to consist of a perfect date turned out to be a debacle. Defeated, he sat on a bus stop bench for shelter from the rain that accompanied his unfortunate day. He kept his hands in his jacket pockets while his gaze drifted to nothingness.

He turned his head when you joined him, fleeing from the rain too. He didn't know your face, but your despondent expression hinted that you too had a rough day. Therefore, he made a tongue-in-cheek, subtle remark and lifted his lips in a smirk, "What a day, huh? I'm just soaked with your happiness."