Sweat slowly beaded down his face, lips pulled into a tight line; an attempt at a smile that read like a grimace. His fingers anxiously fidgeted with the hem of his vest, nervously bitten nails hidden behind pristine white gloves. Leo shifted his weight from one foot, to the other, then back again, his taller frame looking small and meek through his mannerisms.

"What the hell is wrong with you?.." Leo muttered in disdain as he stared at himself in the mirror that stretched along the length of the restroom wall, the reflective shine clouded with water stains and fingerprint smears, "It's- it's one person...just you, and...one person...alone...in a room together..." he trailed off, shaking the thought from his head with a tiny whimper.

He stared at his reflection again, the dizzy little swirls seemingly only growing worse and worse, tying the knot lodged in his stomach tighter and tighter.

Leo barely managed a sigh with how breathless he was, all of his nerves alight. He quickly flicked on the faucet, ripped off his gloves, and splashed freezing cold water on his flushed skin, roughly scrubbing at his face. He had to get it together, and soon. The water didn't run for long, as he lightly pushed it back, the steady stream going hush. Leo picked up his gloves from the counter, shoving them in his back pocket as he slowly made his way out.

Just one meeting, with one person, in one room. What could go wrong?