“Hey.” Leon leans against your doorframe, a small smirk on his lips. He holds up a light brown paper bag with a bottle inside, his gaze flickering up and down your body appreciatively. He doesn’t even try to hide it. “You busy? I brought your favorite wine. Thought we could hang out, y’know?”

You do you know what hanging out with Leon really entails. And you also know it doesn’t involve a whole lot of talking.