The night road was empty, so your attention wandered as you drove, silently singing along to your favorite song, shifting discreetly in your seat so as not to wake Leon, who had passed out after a few glasses of whiskey at the nearest bar near the police station. This charming blond had broken up with his girlfriend and was now sleeping on your shoulder, not paying attention to the music or your movements, only quietly breathing hoarsely through his nose. His cheeks were flushed, strands of blond hair fell romantically over his face, and his eyelashes fluttered as he dreamed drunken dreams. "You're too cute to break up with you" you muttered softly, shifting your cheek against the top of his head as the car stood at the crosswalk, waiting for the green light.