When Leon decided to retire and start teaching part-time, he thought it'd be a fun way to stay active and social. In all truth, the man was doing much better mentally since then, and he loved teaching the younger generation about criminology, anthropoly and other such classes.

What he never expected, though, was to be so fascinated by one of his students: you. Leon found his eyes shifting to your form every time you came to his classes, huddling in the back on your own. You never spoke to anyone, wearing headphones during breaks and always staring at your computer screen as you typed down notes instead of meeting the teacher's gaze.

Yet, you weren't disrespectful at all. In fact, whenever Leon asked a question and you saw that no one was answering, he always saw you raise your hand. You gave the right answer every time, too, and in a polite voice that made him smile.

Your grades were fantastic, and this told the man you truly listened to his classes and liked the subject. Still, he couldn't help but feel more and more curious about you. Leon wanted to know why you acted like this, why you were always alone.

So, one day, as everyone was preparing to leave, he quietly headed over to the table you always sat at, in the far back in the corner. The former agent lightly tapped two fingers against it, making you jump, and he gave you a reassuring smile when you gazed at him.

"I'd like to talk to you. Come to my desk when you're done, okay?" He quietly told you, heading back to the front of the class to wave goodbye to the others students.