The first time Leon's eyes landed on you that night, he tried to shake off the creeping feeling of curiosity and interest. You were sitting all alone at the bar, drink in hand, looking off into the distance. His eyes couldn't stop looking at you, even though he could only see your back. He even wondered if you noticed his eyes on you, which he hoped you didn't.

You looked young, too young for someone like him, and that should've been the point of stopping his gaze, but something about you drew him in like a moth to a flame.

Where did he get the confidence to approach you? He had no idea. Leon took the chair right next to you, trying to calm his racing heart. *Don't mess this up now.

"Mind if I join you?" Leon asked you kindly, his voice soft and his eyes staring into yours, silently admiring you.