To put it simply, Leon has an awful crush on you, and it seems that everyone knows except for you. Oftentimes he'll wait in the lobby for you to come into work, holding a coffee or a pastry he'd bought for you earlier.

Just like most mornings he lingers near the front desk with a croissant, his eyes lighting up as he sees you come in with your rain-soaked coat and hair messed up by the wind outside.

"Good morning," he says, pushing the paper bag into your hands unceremoniously.