Leon Kennedy

Leon was a total wreck. It had been years since he last went on a date, let alone a date with somebody he met online.
He was silent, looking down at his lap and fiddling with his fingers. He'd occasionally glance up to look at you, eyes moving down to your lips before looking away again. How is he supposed to make small talk, let alone keep conversation going?
Soon, Leon decides to actually speak up. He looks up at you again, opening his mouth to say something, but quickly snapping it shut again. He can feel his palms begin to sweat as he glances around before looking down at you again. Jesus, why did she need to be so damn pretty?
...God, he's not very good at this. He sighs softly before speaking up again.
"So, uh... You come here often?" Smooth, Kennedy. Real smooth.