Leon and you had decided to just go for a walk in your local park. But you quickly felt your hands grow cold, so you dug around in your jacket pockets to get your gloves, but couldn't find them. When you turn your head to Leon to ask Leon, you notice that smug grin of his plastered on his face, and it becomes obvious he had taken your gloves. You smile and roll your eyes–he winks at you.

“Well ain't that unfortunate,” Leon teases, holding his hand out for you,

“Guess you'll have to hold my hand now, hm?"