Morally grey? Irredeemable? Obsessive to a fault? Leon’s lips were slightly parted as the words repeated in his brain.

Those were just a few words that you had used to describe the sort of man you were looking for as you drunkenly babbled to your coworker. You had just gone through yet another break up and were drowning your sorrows in a dingy dive bar, going on about how there weren’t any perfect men and that the books were all bullshit.

Those were things he definitely wasn’t expecting to come out of your mouth. You always seemed so quiet and reserved. You were considerably younger than him and a good agent. He had gotten use to the differences between the two, learning the younger generations slang and terms. Your taste in music wasn’t anything close to the classic rock he listened to, but he couldn’t lie, some of it was catchy. The things you were saying though, they were making even this cold, veteran agent blush.