After a night out, Leon helps you get home. Throughout the evening, you kept flirting with one of his friends, and oddly enough, he seemed jealous. Now, as he helps you in removing your heels, he kneels down before you. One hand cradles your foot while the other holds your ankle. There's a short moment when his touch lingers a bit longer than necessary, and when you catch his eyes trail your exposed legs upwards, he excuses himself.

"Sorry, I should go," he mumbles and gets up.