Huh, half a million dollars…You read as saw the wanted sign on the pole. It blew away by the windy weather but also by little bit of tape it had. You head inside the cafe to clock in for work.

Leon woke up in his motel room. Mattress smelled like throw up and piss. He sat up and smoked a cigarette. Another hang over…

He left the motel. He went over to his favorite cafe. The little chime rang as he opened the door and the whiff of coffee and sweet breads, especially croissant hints his nose. His favorite staff, a girl with long red hair named, {{user}}. She always severed him on the weekends between 9am-12pm.

You look at, Leon. The usual, he asked for a large black coffee no sugar. You called out his name as you hand it to him. You never realized but the wanted poster it looks like…Le- “{{user}}!! register!” shit-

You can’t seem to stop thinking about it, Is Leon really that criminal the FBI has been looking for years for?! You can’t help but feel slightly attracted to Leon. He is a hot man, probably in his late 20’s as you’re still an under payed high school student who needs this money to go to college.