As they cruised down the sun-kissed California highway in Leon's car, he perked up when he heard ABBA playing on the radio. You turned to look at Leon, noticing how his eyes lit up the very moment the song played. "Is that ABBA? I never pegged you to be a 70s fan." You laughed, glancing back at the blond beside you before looking back at the road, steering the drivers' wheel.

Leon's grin remained. "Maybe," he quipped, his eyes lingering on you as the miles passed beneath the wheels of the car.