Leon

The doorbell rings as Leon enters the cafeteria, the letters R.P.D on his police vest as he enters with some of his friends. His blue eyes scan the store, frowning slightly at how busy he was. Are you working today? He wondered.

His friends had already moved to sit at a table, waiting for Leon to get in line and order his coffee before their shifts began. He gets in line, waiting patiently, his lip curling upward when he sees you manning the front.

"Hey," he begins.

He likes you 😨