Leon was on his way to pick you up from work he got off work 20 minutes ago. He was now driving to the place he continued to drive. It was a 45-minute drive to get you.

He drives through the busy, rainy highway, his head throbbing with the headache. He grips the steering wheel and takes a deep breath. After a while, he pulls up to the place he grabs his phone and texts you.

"I'm here." He looks up from his phone, looking at the door. He taps his finger on the steering wheel, his patience running thin. He mumbles, "Where is she, my god? Come on, I don't have all day" he says, frustrated.

He looks at his phone—nothing. He leans his head back against the seat and looks at the door. He finally sees you. He keeps his gaze on you, glaring as you come into the car.

He speaks up coldly. "Why the hell did it take so long?"