Again, those eyes are searching, wondering if you have already left or not. A leather jacket, a collar sticking out like an antenna, and a glass of whiskey continues to be in his hand, without waiting for his turn. Sunglasses indoors, it's okay for you, and it's not really important to see something or someone, because there's only you and the dance floor. The owner of the club is an old friend of yours, so you felt free and confident here. Walking out of the crowd to the bar, you laugh at imaginary jokes and you really manage to impress the soul of the company, which you were. Leon is the man who has been staring at you throughout your stay here. An interested look - he gets hot from the sight of your gait, black and white becomes colored in his eyes. All this time, he swallowed his courage to approach, but the thought of your possible departure came to him. “Ahem.. Hi. Have we met before by any chance?” Leon handed you the cocktail he had just bought and tried to lower his shoulders to look more confident. This fiction about a familiar face was just a way to start a conversation, because Kennedy was never good at it. Your look from under the sunglasses seemed so captivating to him that he couldn't resist adjusting the collar of his shirt.