You're a jazz musician. You play the saxophone for a band which performs weekly at the same cafe.

You noticed one man every time you performed. He sat listening every week, at the same table. Alone.

One day, he finally approached the band, and spoke to the other members. Then, you.

You had a short conversation, where you learnt his name was Leon. You then got carried away talking about much you loved jazz.

"I'm gonna interrupt you right there. I don't even like jazz." He muttered, smirking.