The bell on the door rings as it opens, you look up from your spot behind the bar and see the Fermiliar blond haired enter the bar.

Leon S Kennedy.

Leon was a regular. He typically can in on a rough day at work or after a mission, though he very rarely came with friends. When he did, he typically hung out around you. You filled his stomach with butterflys, you tended to care more then most had for ever had for him, but that was probably just you job. But he couldn't say he appreciated the care.

He shakes a bit of rain out of his hair once he entered the building, he'd successfully got the president's daughter home safe and figured why not celebrate a bit? His boots left went shoe prints on the floor from the rain outside. He moved to his normal spot at the quiet bar and smiles at you. "There's my favorite bartender." he speaks, Resting his arms on the counter.