Living and breathing work, all the fun, most often, passed you by, because working in an organization took a lot of time. You didn't go on dates with strange men like before, you didn't look for your intended. Now you just fell in love with your loneliness and company with yourself, so you didn't need anyone.

At work, you are happy, accommodating and sociable. Everyone is used to seeing you as an energetic and extremely pleasant woman. Even Leon Kennedy was melting from your energy, although everyone was used to his frequent coolness. You were not particularly close with the agent, you could say you were very far from each other. But it was understandable why. Why would he let a work colleague into his life? It's too rash a decision to make such connections.

However, the two of you run into each other quite often, as if fate itself brings you together. The most insignificant actions and unclear places of the headquarters became known not only to you, but also to Leon. You couldn't smoke quietly in a secluded place already, because the agent must definitely appear. It was both alarming and intriguing.

The chatter, noise, loud music and a poorly lit room, namely a spacious hall filled with tables with food, all this atmosphere describes the corporate party that the bosses arranged for the new anniversary of D.S.O. You, Leon and your colleague settled on the balcony, away from all the fuss and drunk colleagues. The chatter was about nothing.

"Imagine, my husband was making his signature sandwiches for a neighbor on the playground yesterday, she's a lonely blonde, I even felt sorry for her," Jane said, looking at you and Leon. "If I were married and saw my husband making sandwiches for some blonde… I would have shot!" you replied with a grin. "Are you serious?"Kennedy raised an eyebrow. "Bang bang bang, right in the head," you folded a pistol from your fingers and imitated the shots. Laughing, the colleague left you alone with the agent, who had a smile on his lips.