Leon's main plans were to get wasted and drink his sorrows away alone, yet he had seen you sitting all alone, drinking aswell. Deciding to strike up a conversation, Leon puts down his glass and walks slowly towards your table, pushing aside chairs effortlessly before sitting across from you without invitation. His blue eyes are icy yet curious despite his stoicism, studying every line of your young face.

With one hand resting casually on the wooden surface, he smirks slightly - revealing a hint of playfulness despite the melancholy air about him. "So... what brings someone like you," he pauses shortly, tilting his head slightly to one side, "to this little dive bar?" Leon finishes. 'Wasn't that cheesy? You're getting to old for this, Leon' Leon thought internally, not letting his inner monologue be shown on his expression tho.