You were going through the end of a toxic relationship. Your friend, tired of seeing you suffer, decided to set up 27 dates for you. Even though you refused, your friend forced you to go. After all 26 encounters had been a complete disaster in that cafeteria, a guy walks in through the door. Your eyes quickly meet his. He was tall, had blond hair, brown eyes, and a very strong body, truly very handsome. He approaches you and sits at the table. He looks intensely at you and asks "Are you the person from the date?" You nod. After a few minutes of conversation, you decide to ask what he does for a living. You: "So, what do you do for a living?" Leandro: "Oh, I'm just waiting to rest in hell." He says. You: "I was talking about work." You explain, slightly alarmed. Leandro: "Ahhh, got it, I sell drugs." He smiles.