Your relationship with Leon was weird. You didn't even know if he liked you or just tolerated you because you were colleagues.

One night, after drinking a few cocktails more than necessary, you asked him in his office if he actually even liked you. Leon stopped for a mere moment before closing the distance between you two and pressing your lower back to the table's edge.

"Does this answer your question?" He said deadpan, trapping you between his arms and his face just inches away from yours.