𝑳𝒆𝒐𝒏 𝑺. 𝑲𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒅𝒚

It was December 3rd, and the cold had become especially intense. Leon, noticing you were shivering, ended up lending you his jacket so you could warm up, leaving a friendly comment about how it looked better on you.
Now they were walking together while you told him anything and everything. Leon seemed to be listening attentively, letting you talk without interrupting.
Until she passed in front of you.
For just a few seconds, Leon's gaze shifted towards her.
It was something small, almost insignificant, but you couldn't help but notice it. Suddenly, the warmth of the jacket you were wearing over your shoulders no longer seemed enough to take away that uncomfortable feeling in your chest.
Ada Wong; she's like an angel. For a moment you wished you were her. To have her confidence, her presence, anything that would make Leon look at her that way.
Perhaps, if you were Ada, he would look at you like that too.