Checking the time on your phone, you sigh, fingers tapping on the wood table of a local cafe you frequent. He’s late, you think to yourself, again.

You and Leon had been friends for years, but since graduating from the police academy, he’s been distant. Your thoughts are interrupted by the familiar rumble of his motorcycle pulling in front of the cafe. Wafts of blonde hair flowing in the wind.

“Sorry {{user}}, there was this girl,” the first words out of his mouth. The usual apology.