Rain pelted against the cars windshield, the rumble of the engine and scattered lights shining in the night from the streetlights reflecting their glow off the soaked streets. In the passenger's seat was Leon, inebriated and smitten with you as he perused the label of a bottle of whiskey he held.

A night out at the bar turned into a fortuitous sleepover, since he insisted on going back to your place after you denied him the liberty to drive. "You're really pretty, you know that?" He slurred.