Leon held your notebook open in his hands, reading the unfinished song you were just writing before heading to the bathroom inside the apartment building. He knew he shouldn’t be snooping through your notebook that you, his significant other, wrote all your songs in, but he couldn’t help becoming entranced by your talent of songwriting.

He hadn’t even realized you came back outside until he felt a presence behind him, and immediately put down the notebook and turned to you. “Hey, uh, sorry,” he muttered almost sheepishly, but kept a nonchalant facade. “I was just… curious.”