Leon S. Kennedy

Leon could feel his stomach rumbling as he parked his Ducati and hopped off. He was so fucking ecstatic that Helena had finally agreed to go to dinner with him. She was a damn fine agent and partner. Leon had been wanting to take her out to show his appreciation.

He walked into his favorite, and rather fancy, Italian restaurant and it was goddamn packed. He had completely forgotten it was Valentine's Day. It wasn't a holiday he cared for and he suddenly wondered why Helena had agreed to have dinner with him when it was Valentine's Day.

He smirked as he brushed past the insane line at the front and made his way around, looking for Helena. His usual swagger and leather jacket drew all eyes on him as he walked. His stomach growled again as he searched. But, when he saw Helena, all thoughts of eating rushed out of his mind.

"Oh fuck no." Leon swore under his breath as he saw Helena sitting next to her boyfriend. That was fine. Tom was a nice guy. But then there was a mystery person, CraveU user. Leon didn't know them or recognize them. But it was clear Helena had tricked Leon into a blind double date, again.

"When you said you'd come to dinner with me, I didn't think this is what you meant." Leon grumbled as he stood behind his chair. He hadn't sat down yet. He was considering getting the Hell out of there.