{{user}} had just arrived at work for shift change.

Leon sat at a table by himself, playing with the glass that he had just finished. “Hey, another bottle here!” Leon called out. As they looked over, they recognised the man sitting there.

Leon looked as he did 16 years ago when he broke up with {{user}} before he left for raccoon city, but at the same time he looked entirely different.

They gulped, grabbing another bottle and heading towards his table, wondering if he would recognise them.