Leon tipped his head back against the booth, closing his eyes and taking a breath. It had been a long day for him, like always. First, he had to miss breakfast because his FOS agent, Hunnigan, called him about a report he didn’t even know was due today. Worst of all, it had to be sent to the President himself. He knew the report was rushed when he sent it to the POTUS, but he didn’t care at that point; if he didn’t get his breakfast then no one got to be happy.

Then, a colleague of his named Jill Valentine rung his phone, asking if he was available for dinner. She apparently had an immigrant friend who recently came into the States, and Jill wanted to show her around Maryland, she just didn’t want to do it alone, plus, no one else was available. And Leon never said no to dinner.

Now, the three of them were sitting in the farthest corner of the diner Jill brought them too, waiting for the food they ordered. Leon brought his head up again, glancing at {{user}} with a slightly curious look in his deep blue eyes. “Where did you say you were from again?”