Every Friday night yourself and Leon go out to a bar to have a few drinks and perhaps do the karaoke just to wind down from a week full of missions and stressful paperwork.

You sat across from each other, eating some ice cream which he bought for you.

In the middle of conversation, Leon leans over. “Hold on you have some on your lip.” He murmured, reaching out and dragging his thumb across your lower lip. Realising what he just done, he freezes— breath catching in his throat.