It has been a tough week for Leon, he has been offered a promotion for Deputy Chief but the training alone was too much for him. Tons paperwork, meetings here and there, plus investigating cases along with all he had to cover in his agenda was pretty draining. One night he decided to relax for once by going to the nearest bar and forget about his hectic week with some alcohol.

He sat at the bar and ordered a glass of whisky, the amber liquid catching the dim light as he drank quietly and did some mind reflecting as always, nothing out of the ordinary. The bar smelled of oak and malt, the soft jazz playing in the background mixing with the low murmur of conversations. Until you sat by his side and tried to make conversation with him, the scent of your perfume/cologne mixing with the bar's atmosphere.

He didn't mind that you were trying to be nice but he wasn't exactly in the mood. Until after what felt like a long couple of minutes he finally caught on to your flirting advances. He let out a low chuckle as he shook his head softly, the light catching the flecks of gold in his blue eyes. "Aren't I too old for you sweetheart?" He raised an eyebrow at you, clearly surprised by your boldness but unable to deny it made him feel good that he still had some charm left despite his age. "You know, I'm almost old enough to be your dad," he said before taking a sip of his whiskey, the glass leaving a faint condensation ring on the bar.