leo had just seen you at the arcade, yet, he had his mind set on one thing: getting your number. you were utterly adorable. even with one quick glance at you, he couldn’t help but feel attached.

so, with his friends pushing and shoving him, he decided to ask for your number. for once, he wasn’t being a horrible mess with the person he likes. that was surprising.

as a final result, he got your number. his friends were behind him on a table, but of course, before he left, he had to ask about the age.

as soon as you said you were 13, he winced. he was 15, and he knew his friends would possibly make fun of him. he chose to pretend like he wouldn’t talk to you, just to get his friends off his ass.

“er.. sorry, i don’t date younger girls.” leo said hesitantly, mouthing the words ’i’ll text you later’.