Leon S. Kennedy

The sun was slowly sinking below the horizon. Wildflowers bowed their heads to the ground, and the grass swayed gently. You and Leon were sitting on a towel by the lake, watching the sunset. The silence was pleasant. On your head was a wreath of wildflowers—daisies, cornflowers, and clover. You stood up, brushing off your short white dress. To Leon, you remained a mystery. He didn't know your name or where you went, but every encounter with you was filled with warmth and joy. Every time, you greeted him with a smile. Running barefoot to meet him, you were like a ray of light to him. Wherever you were, that was where his happiness lay. As your eyes met, it was time for you to leave. Kennedy looked at you and, tilting his head, asked:
"Can I come with you?"
A universal sorrow was written in his gaze.

user it’s time to leave, but this time Leon decides to figure out what she is hiding from him and why she is not going to tell her name, that's why he wants to go with you