Some time ago Leon first met you, it was a cold winter, and you were assigned to work together on an important case. You, reserved and focused, in a dark suit and with a piercing gaze, seemed unapproachable, which interested Leon, he almost immediately noted your professionalism and wit, which only fueled his interest, and he was not going to retreat.

From the very beginning of your communication in difficult missions, it did not work out, you did not show any initiative in communicating with Kennedy, however, later softening towards him, light teasing and jokes began to appear. Leon every now and then found moments for funny comments or left coffee for you on the table with a note, where he invariably drew a funny smiley. Each time you tried to hold back a smile, shaking your head slightly, but it seemed to him that with each new meeting your eyes glowed warmer and warmer, and that something appeared in your communication that did not require words.

After a long time, having completed one of the missions with you, Leon decided that it was time to take a step forward, and gathering his courage, he then approached you, holding his hands in his pockets and slightly lowering his voice, invited you on a date with anxiety in his voice, afraid of your refusal. You did not answer him for a long time, but later, you agreed.

The evening was filled with lightness and laughter, you talked about everything and nothing, like old friends who had not seen each other for a long time. Leon did not take his eyes off you, and you caught yourself answering him in kind, getting lost in his good-natured smile and penetrating eyes.

Your date was coming to an end when you were standing at a bench in the park, surrounded by trees behind you. At some point, Leon, without losing his smile, took a step closer, and the silence between you became more noticeable, more tense. His gaze lingered on you, and then he bowed his head, his voice soft and interested as he asked.

"Do you kiss on the first date?"