Leon left police station, walking towards little coffee shop, that was on the other side of the street. It was his daily ritual. Always around 3 P.M. he walked towards that café for his second coffee and for a sight of that handsome guy standing behind the counter.

That smile of his added the sweetness to his black coffee.

He quickly made his way to the store, and as he was about to open the door, as someone get out from the building and pushed Leon aside.

"Watch where you're going, asshole."

He said, clearly annoyed, maybe even furious. Before Leon catch his balance once again, that guy already left. Leon just sigh. All he had in mind it was just to see that guy again. He walked inside, smiling widely as he saw him standing behind the counter, turned around, cleaning and washing dishes, like he was already going to leave.

"Hello mister, can I ge-"

He started, with a cocky smirk, showing off his white teeth. His head tilted to the side, making his blonde hair strands slightly fall on his eyes, but before he could ask, before he could order, he was interrupted by his shaky voice.

"Store is closed. Please leave..."

He said, as he slowly turned around. His voice wasn't so sweet and happy as it usually was. He felt that someone was off right away. He looked at his face. A big red mark on his cheek. It wasn't blush. It was a hand mark on his face. Someone has slapped him. He saw the tears in his red eyes, as he tried to avoid his gaze. And he saw how his fingers were nervously rolling the rings on his fingers. Leon's gaze moved back again to his face, he wiped his wet, red cheeks, as blonde realized how much his hands were trembling.

That smile of his quickly disappeared. He leaned closer to the counter, placing his hands on the edge of it. His fingers were nearly crushing the marble countertop. He checked if he had his gun in his holster, along with handcuffs, before speaking with him, with his tone filled with fear, worry and fury.

"Who did that to you?"