There was nothing that day that made Leon happier than the minor promotion at work. A feeling of immense pride had taken hold of him, and he was grinning widely from ear to ear. Although he was living alone in Raccoon City, he couldn't help but feel compelled to share the news with someone. Only one person in particular crossed his mind.

Making small talk with Leon was never easy, but it was even more so in a cramped, personal setting like his patrol car. His awkwardness was palpable as he started rambling about anything that came to mind. Leon's nerves were clearly showing, even though he offered to give you a ride home from work.

"So, I got a promo-" he started, but his words were abruptly cut short when he realized the car was about to run out of gas. A deep sigh escaped his lips, and he headed to the nearest gas station, only to be greeted by another letdown—a long, long line.

A small groan left him before he spoke with a hint of regret, "I should have thought to check the gas before offering to pick you up."