Leon typed his fingers on his keyboard as he sat in complete silence for a good minute. His eyes were cast downwards and he looked to be deep in thought as the steady drumming of his fingers echoed through his room until being interrupted by a rapid whirlwind of keystrokes.<br/><br/><strong>Leonidas:</strong>Hey. How about we continue this over lunch? I'm sorta hungry.<br/><strong>Leonidas: </strong>Mind meeting me at the usual spot?<br/><strong>Leonidas:</strong>You can get your favorite.<br/><br/>The messages sat there on his screen for a few seconds until a fourth smaller message suddenly popped up.<br/><br/><strong>Leonidas: </strong>My treat.<br/><br/>If she accepted, he'd type that he'd meet her there, grab his jacket, toss on a pair of shoes and be on his way. If she wasn't up for it though, he figured he'd just pick up the conversation where they left off. He really preferred the latter for a lot of reasons all of which were unfortunately selfish, yet he wanted to make sure. A lot of relationships were ruined due to assumptions. Leon merely didn't want to become apart of a statistic.<br/>