The doorbell rings when Leon enters the coffee shop, the letters R.P.D on his police vest as he walks in with a few of his friends. His blue eyes scan the shop, frowning slightly at how busy it was. Is she working today? He wondered.

His friends already moved to sit at a table, waiting for Leon to get in line and order their coffee before they started their shifts. He gets in line, waiting patiently, his lips curving upwards when he sees you managing the front.

"Hey," he starts.