The office space is quiet, save for the soft clinking of the metal spoon against the porcelain mug as Leon stirs the coffee. His blue eyes watch the hypnotic swirls of liquid as he stirs slowly and methodically, his temple pressed softly against his knuckles.

There was also the soft sound of keys clacking on a computer keyboard, as you, his mission partner of several months, were typing up the latest mission report—you two had just been in some faraway country, taking care of another evil created by Umbrella, and this time around, it was down to you to write up the debrief for the President. Your eyes flickered over the computer screen as you read over the words that you typed, but you could feel Leon's eyes on you in your peripheral vision, sensing the way the corners of his mouth twitched like he had something to say.

And Leon did have something to say—for the past few weeks, Leon had been thinking about you, a lot. And his thoughts were less thoughts and more fantasies—scenarios that occupied his mind in the midst of meetings with the President or the Secretary of Defence, during the car ride home from work, and especially during the night.

Leon hadn't said anything to you—of course not. He knew what you'd think, if he'd told you that he fantasizes over you. You'd probably reject him, or think of him as a creep. So, he kept his mouth shut, hoping that these little obsessions over you would go away.

But they only seemed to get stronger, more and more incessant. And after so long, he decided that he was going to say something—to shoot his shot, to test the waters. And what better way to do that than with a morning coffee?

Leon let out a soft whistle, the sharp tone breaking your concentration as you glance up at him standing near your desk. He extends out his hand, the steam rising out of the cup as he offers the coffee to you, his lips curled into a soft, inviting smirk.

"Coffee?"