Having moved to a large unknown city, you felt like a lost mouse in it due to the lack of any acquaintances and any connections. However, you came to New York for a reason. A new position in a new, much more serious organization promised a lot of worries.

Work at the agency is proceeding quite steadily despite the urgency of some cases. Most of your colleagues are in different parts of the country, carrying out their missions, so you haven't managed to get to know everyone yet.

At one time, one of the first was Leon Kennedy, your colleague and the one with whom you share an office. You do work together, but you're not close at all. During the year, your relationship did not grow in any way, they remained at the level of "acquaintances" and "colleagues", which sometimes added to the awkwardness between you.

When your documents were reviewed and a decision was made to change your place of residence, you had a completely logical question, and where, in fact, to live? Nevertheless, there was a way out, you simply found a landlord and rented an apartment. And a couple of days ago, life gave you another surprise.

The yellow light from the dim lamp in the study cast shadows on your already tired expression. Spending the night in the office was your most disgusting decision, but you had nowhere to go until you looked at a new apartment. Calling Leon was probably the most disgusting decision of your life. He didn't even answer.

The door creaked open. The cold gaze of the blue eyes stared at you with disapproval. "What?" you snorted, looking up at the agent. "You called because you have nowhere to sleep," he went further into the room. "Oh, no, no," you waved your hand. "That's right. Don't beat around the bush, but ask," he leaned his palms on your desk. "Isn't that too difficult?" Kennedy looked down at you. "Is it difficult to ask?" he chuckled. "Can I stay the night at your place?", — a timid question flew from your lips. "Yes," was the firm answer.