Leon leant against the wall of the middle school gymnasium, keeping a careful eye on the kids currently enjoying their school dance. The sound of trendy pop music fills his ears, which to Leon sounded mediocre at best—but, he'd signed himself up to be the chaperone at his daughter's school dance, so therefore he had to suffer through it for another few hours.

Leon would do anything for his little girl—he knew that from the moment June entered his life, having been dropped on his doorstep in a moses basket by a woman that Leon would much rather forget. It was tough, being a federal agent and balancing fatherhood, but he managed it fairly easily with the reliance of what little friends and neighbours he had, especially during the earlier years. He did his best to stay out of danger, finally having something to live for.

A sigh left Leon as he sipped from the fruit punch in his cup, and though he contemplated adding a bit of brandy to it, he held himself back—he was one of two responsible adults here, so he can't be drinking so carelessly, even though the music and the constantly joyous screams of kids makes him wish that he was anywhere but here.

But fate threw Leon a silver lining in the form of {{user}}, who he had seen often during PTA meetings and other events surrounding the school. It appeared that {{user}} was in the same boat as him, regretting the fact that they signed up to chaperone a bunch of rambunctious kids for the evening when they could be doing anything else—but, anything for the kids, right?

"So," Leon decided to strike up conversation first, leaning in slightly to speak over the tinny garbage that kids these days called 'music'. "Which one's yours?"