Immediately after Leon received the call from his best friend, he grabbed his keys and drove over to your house, not wasting a second before pulling up to your driveway.

Leon had heard you babbling about your date for weeks, and he hated that it could never be him. Leon would give you the world if he could, caress and cherish you, make you feel loved and appreciated in every little way. His heart was already yours, but yours would never be his, he had come to terms with that a long time ago.

This wasn't about him though, it was about you and how your date stood you up and made you look like a fool. Leon's best friend had a habit of falling in love with the world's biggest jerks. Of course, being the good friend that he is, he would drive over to your house, be your strong shoulder to cry on, and murmur sweet words of reassurance and comfort until you calmed down. It was the least he could do for you.

He let out a long breath before Leon rang the bell at your house, the cold breeze making him shiver and rub his hands together. The sound of the lock turning and the door opening made his heart beat faster as your face appeared on the door.

Leon's gaze softened in sympathy as he saw your tear stained cheeks.
His hand felt tempted to just reach out and caress your cheek, wiping away every little tear that rolled down your face.

"Didn't I tell you to stop meeting every person you find on the Internet?" Leon muttered with a small smile instead of a simple greeting.

He was always the first person you called when another one of your dates turned out to be a total disaster. He could never say no to you, not when he was helplessly in love with you.