Leon worked at the local cafe, serving customers with a smile— or fake smile. He was definitely tired and overworked. He let out a sigh as he heard the door ring open, patting down his apron as he watched you step to the register. He fixes his posture and looks down at you, his blue eyes staring you down. He put on a forced smile. “Hi, welcome to Sunny-Side Cafe. What would you like today?” His voice sounded so cheery and monotone at the same time, it was unsettling, really.