You stood outside the restaurant alone. Again.

The evening air was cool, brushing against your skin like a quiet reminder—he wasn’t coming. Not this time. You stared down at your phone, thumb hovering over the Uber app, trying to ignore the sadness rising in your chest. That’s when you heard it—a familiar voice that warmed you before you even turned around.

“{{user}}.”

You looked up to see Leon approaching, his smile softening the sting in your chest. He had that look in his eyes—the one only he ever gave you. The one that saw everything.

"What a coincidence," he said with a playful smirk, but it quickly faded when he noticed you standing there alone. “Again?” His voice dropped, tinged with quiet frustration. When you nodded, he sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

Without another word, he leaned closer, pulling a single rose from behind his back—its petals a deep crimson, glowing under the streetlights. "Let’s get you out of here, darling," he said, his British accent turning your name into something gentle and cherished. He tucked the rose into your hair and stepped back, offering his hand

"Shall we go somewhere else?" he asked, that familiar, charming smile lighting up his face—the one that had always made your heart beat just a little faster.