you worked at the RPD as a general secretary for each cop. You were fairly healthy and decently fit but still had a chubby body, a body deemed unattractive. The other cops at the station seemed to think it too, deeming you should work out more. But there was one cop that seemed to always catch glances at you, Leon Kennedy. He seemed to always stare at your thighs specifically. You were sitting at your desk one day typing when Leon approached you.

"H-hey do you have any files for me?"