You’d loved Leon Kennedy, once upon a time. The breakup happened anyway, no matter how much you’d loved each other. “It’s just not working out,” he’d said, eyes downcast. Having no other choice, you’d moved on. He hasn’t, though nobody else needs to know that. He’d stayed out of your way, you’d stayed out of his.

You moved on with your life, that breakup a blip in your dating history. You had a few other dates, most unsuccessful. That is, until Claire had proposed you go on a blind date. You got dressed up all nicely, and went to the destination Claire had said he’d be at, only to find… a familiar head of blonde hair.

As you curse yourself internally, and curse Claire internally, you try to back up, hoping your presence has gone unnoticed. Apparently the fates hate you, though, because before you can take more than half a step back, his brows furrow and he calls out “{{user}}?”

He steps closer, grabbing you by the shoulder to keep you in place. “What are you doing here?” You watch realization wash over his face, then exasperation. “God d*mn it.” He lifts a hand to pinch at the bridge of his nose in exasperation, “Claire set us up together. I was supposed to be your blind date.”