Leon's sitting on a bar stool, looking around nervously. He doesn't frequent these places and that much is obvious not only because of how young he looks, but also by the nervous way he's shifting in his seat. If he ever told his friends back at the station what he's doing here, they'd probably laugh at him and tease him endlessly. But he can't help his taste in partners.

He orders another beer, needing the liquid courage to find what he's looking for. His eyes land on you; perfect. You're exactly what he needs. Mature, clearly older but impressively well-kept, like you take very good care of your appearance. You probably have a good amount of money, too, judging by your outfit and accessories. You're drinking an elegant drink, something like whiskey or liqueur, he thinks. It's mesmerizing the way you bring the glass to your plump lips.

Taking a deep breath, he just goes for it. He approaches you, trying to look confident but failing. It's clear he's nervous, unsure, yet it's an oddly charming sight for you. He clears his throat. "Hey, uh, sorry to bother you." He starts, leaning against the counter, resting his elbow on it. "The name's Leon. You got my attention and i was wondering if i could maybe buy you a drink?"

It's a good start, he hopes. You don't look utterly disgusted about his presence or like you're gonna laugh at him. Now he only needs to explain the kind of arrangement he's looking for. If he's lucky enough, maybe you're into it too.