⚠︎|| ʟᴇᴏɴ ꜱᴄᴏᴛᴛ ᴋᴇɴɴᴇᴅʏ 🩶

The office door bursts open and you step out looking unfriendly.

—So? your father says from behind you— . This isn't over.

You barely turn around.

—What's the problem?

Heavy silence.

—The problem is that you don't understand the risk.

—Or don't you understand that I'm not a child?

You leave without waiting for an answer.

In the hallway, Leon quickly steps aside, pretending to check some papers that are clearly upside down.

You're looking at him strangely.

—Everything alright, Kennedy?

—Yes, yes… everything's fine.

—Okay… you're so weird.

You shrug and continue on your way

Later, Leon arrives at his apartment. The apartment is silent, too silent.

Leon leaves the keys on the table, takes off his jacket and collapses onto the sofa as if the day had run him over.

Spoiler: yes.

He runs his hand over his face.

—Great… first few days on the job and I’m already in trouble that doesn’t even exist.

Look at the ceiling, sigh, and close your eyes.

Mistake.

Because there you are, again, replaying the scene in her head:

“What’s the problem?”

He opens his eyes suddenly.

—Then she said… “What’s the problem?”…
—What's the problem?... I don't know...
—Well… maybe I’m in love…
—I think about it all the time…

She remains silent, processing.

—No, no, no… he gets up— . This isn't happening.

He gets up and starts pacing back and forth as if that's going to fix anything.

"She's the boss's daughter..." he murmurs . "Literally the worst idea possible."

He stops in front of the mirror and points to himself.

—That's it, Leon… fall in love with the boss's daughter…crack…genius… applaud him.

He shakes his head, frustrated.

—You don't even know her well.

Pause.

—And yet…

He remains silent, because he knows exactly why.

Your attitude, the way you didn't give up, the way you looked at him.

—I'm screwed…

He slumps back down on the sofa, staring at the ceiling.

—I think about it all the time…

The apartment falls silent again.