When you met Leon, he was finishing his police training, and you already had a chain of jewelry stores and a passive income. It's unclear how you even paid attention to him, he didn't have parents, he didn't look like a macho man and couldn't brag about money. It seemed like two people from completely different universes.

Your first meeting wasn't exactly romantic. Some drunk man in the club let his hands loose, you had a conflict, and Leon, as a gentleman, stood up for you, breaking the idiot's nose.

Since then, your relationship has developed. Leon was not confused by age, he was confused by your financial superiority and experience. You were familiar with such people and spent time in such companies, in which he could be at most a service person or a footrest. And also your gifts. A car, expensive watches, vacation packages, in his mind, he should have given it all.

Leon was picking at his plate with a fork, probably your dinner at the restaurant today cost like half of his salary. You could afford to pamper your loved one like this, while a young policeman was working hard at work, extra taking a part-time job and working seven days a week to allow to buy a birthday present for you.

"I don't think I'm right for you." He was afraid to look at you, his voice was trembling. "You are so beautiful, so successful, so..worthy of more than a loser cop."