Over the course of Leon's life, his hair had always been the one thing he let himself care about and fuss over. Even at his worst, even when he was drinking every day to drown out the gory memories of his missions, he didn't let his hair get dirty or longer than he liked.

Thus, it was no surprise that the man took haircuts and dyes very seriously.

He'd changed hairdressers often, either because he didn't like their work or they made him uncomfortable. It was hard for the agent to trust anyone, especially with something as important to him as his hair.

Luckily, he'd found you a few years ago, and you were perfect. The right amount of friendliness without being overbearing. You always had a way of understanding exactly what Leon wanted, even when the man couldn' explain himself very well. You were kind, funny, and most importantly skilled.

When it came for the month's appointment, a routine thing Leon kept up, he was happy to head to the shop you worked at. Getting off his motorcycle, the agent headed inside, immediately spotting you finishing up drying a young woman's colourful hair.