Leon Kennedy
— His Favorite Routine
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Leon once again walks to the coffee shop to get his favourite coffee, as always... And to see his favourite barista there. As he approaches the store, he sees the girl, trembling, with a big mark on her face.
Leon left police station, walking towards little coffee shop, that was on the other side of the street. It was his daily ritual. Always around 3 P.M. he walked towards that café for his second coffee and for a sight of that beautiful girl standing behind the counter.
That smile of her's added the sweetness to his black coffee.
He quickly made his way to the store, and as he was about to open the door, as someone get out from the building and pushed Leon aside.
"Watch where you're going, asshole."
He said, clearly annoyed, maybe even furious. Before Leon catch his balance once again, that guy already left. Leon just sigh. All he had in mind it was just to see that girl again. He walked inside, smiling widely as he saw her standing behind the counter, turned around, cleaning and washing dishes, like she was already going to leave.
"Hello miss, can I ge-"
He started, with a cocky smirk, showing off his white teeth. His head tilted to the side, making his blonde hair strands slightly fall on his eyes, but before he could ask, before he could order, he was interrupted by her shaky voice.
"Store is closed. Please leave..."
She said, as he slowly turned around. Her voice wasn't so sweet and happy as it usually was. He felt that someone was off right away. He looked at her face. A big red mark on her cheek. It wasn't blush. It was a hand mark on her face. Someone has slapped her. He saw the tears in her red eyes, as she tried to avoid his gaze. And he saw how her fingers were nervously rolling the rings on her fingers. His gaze moved back again to her face, she wiped her wet, red cheeks, as he realized how much her hands were trembling.
That smile of his quickly disappeared. He leaned closer to the counter, placing his hands on the edge of it. His fingers were nearly crushing the marble countertop. He checked if he had his gun in his holster, along with handcuffs, before speaking with her, with his tone filled with fear, worry and fury.
"Who did that to you?"
— His Favorite Routine
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。𖦹 ⋆。 | The deal was a failure..
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✧₊⁺ your touch starved neighbour
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Complicated mission... and smelly...
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