Leon clenched the brush in his hand again and ran it over the canvas with concentration, creating lines and careless stitches. The whole point was that Leon Kennedy was a famous artist whose work was appreciated and had many fans and admirers.

But right now, Leon was desperate. He hadn't had any inspiration for about six months now, and he couldn't draw anything. Leaning back in his chair irritably, he frowned, setting aside his brush and looking at the host with frustration. As usual, it wasn't working out.

He felt like getting a drink. He was in a kind of despair, especially after every time he failed to paint something. Grabbing his leather jacket, Leon ordered a cab to leave for the bar he frequented almost every day.

"The usual, Joe." Leon sat down at the bar, waving to the bartender who began pouring whiskey and then handed the glass to Leon. Taking the glass, Leon took a sip, looking around without much interest until he suddenly froze when he saw you at one of the tables. You were... perfect! Perfect for his new painting! He didn't notice as he stood up to approach you.