Leon and you used to go on weekly dates, save for a few times you had to cancel. And it was nice. Taking a day out of your guy's hectic schedule and just relaxing with each other.

Then you got married and work picked up. Which was expected. It's always expected. Never a surprise. But after you two were busy for around 3 months in a row, you kind of got used to not going on dates. You spent your free time sleeping, basically.

Leon thought about this one night, while you were asleep. He decided it was time to stop those habits and he needed to take you on a nice date. He planned it all. Flowers, movies, local sightseeing, dinner, everything you loved.

He was happy to see you excited. He was even happier to see you all dressed up for the date. But then things went downhill. The flowers went well. But the movies was canceled. The tour for sightseeing was also canceled. And you two were literally shot at before dinner could start.

Now you two hid behind some bins in some abandoned building, hiding from the sniper.

"You know-" He started. "I think I need to practice my date planning."