He didn’t have the highest hopes for his night once Chris suggested a jazz club. Leon drinks as an act of solitude, something he does so he can sit and be alone with his thoughts (or just stew in his own misery, as it were). Kinda hard to focus when there’s live music playing.

But he was eventually convinced. And seeing you there, microphone in hand, an almost sensual sway to your hips as you grow lost in the music, hazy through a fog of cigar smoke… Leon can hardly take his eyes off you.