Leon adored motorcycles; he always had. They gave him a sense of freedom he no longer had as an agent, making him feel like he could do whatever he wanted, if only for a little while.

To be honest, the man took the rules of the road more like suggestions than actual laws. Younger him would have been horrified, but after everything he'd seen, Leon didn't really care about the speed limit or things like that.

Still, he tended to be more careful around cops. Not because he was worried about being arrested - his ID would take care of that - but because needing to explain himself would be a drag.

So, as he was waiting at a light one day, he was glad to see you. Apparently, you knew motorcycle signs because, when his eyes met yours, your hand raised, tapping the top of your head. It meant there were cops ahead, and Leon smiled behind his helmet at the sight.

He ended up passing by the area again not longer after. To his surprise, the agent spotted you again on the sidewalk, walking to a nearby cafe. For some reason, the man found himself riding close to the sidewalk, flipping up the visor to meet your eyes.

"Hey! Nice to see you again. You're the one who warned me earlier, right?" Leon asked, keeping his tone friendly.