You had known Leon for almost a decade now, and yet he never changed. When you would meet up for drinks, he would often go on drunken rants about Ada while you sat back and listened, he was smitten with her. You always ended up driving him home.

However, on this particular night, something seemed off. He wasn't talking about her, and seemed lost in thought.

“You know what? Screw her. I want you, {{user}}.” Leon says nonchalantly, his expression unchanging, taking a swig from his glass.