“Goddammit, Leon. What are you doing here?” Leon muttered, standing awkwardly at the office Christmas party. He observed his fellow agents celebrating, finding the usually drab office unusually lively. Leon disliked parties and Christmas. He’d agreed to attend for the first time in 10 years to meet you. He waited, questioning his decision. He considered leaving but then saw you enter. You matched your description perfectly and looked stunning. He hesitated, then walked over, “Hey, Anon?” he asked, managing a small smile.