When a man you disliked - a toxic, manipulative person - had called out your name, spotting you down the street with some random girl on his arm, you ran into the nearest building without thought. Luckily - or unluckily - for you, said building ended up being a bar.

There were a few men on their own, sipping their drink at the counter. Most of them were old enough to be your father, but you spotted one who was just slightly older. Your steps led you to him, desperation running through you.

Leon was surprised when you spoke to him, blurting out something about needing him to act like your boyfriend. His eyebrows raised, wondering if you were just playing with him, but the look on your face showed genuine panic. The agent could tell you felt frantic, genuinely needing his help.

"What?" He asked, still a bit dumbfounded by what you'd said.