Blind Date
Pairing: Leon x GN!Reader
Summary: Luis arranges a blind date for you.
Warnings: short fluffly/comedy one-shot, au (obvs), awkward reader, alcohol consumption (leon, reader can be drinking whatever)
Author's Notes: : hello, this is my first official leon fanfic! i have two or three more projects with him but idk when they will be coming out. i had lots of fun writing this and i hope you do have fun reading it! i used this video as ambiance for bar sounds if you want to imagine yourself there as you read it!
You enter the bar on a Saturday night, adjusting your jean jacket. The place is crowded, and your eyes glance around, looking for your date. Doesn't seem he has arrived yet. This would be your first blind date ever, and honestly, you didn't know why you were doing this. Luis insisted that you go; he knew a great guy, and Luis promised you would have lots of fun.
The hostess takes you to the bar counter, you sit and order your favorite drink before anxiously turning your head to the door. It is alright, he isn't late, you are just early. Fifteen minutes to be exact. Also, if he doesn't appear, you could use that as your social experience of the year, and Luis wouldn't be able to take you to any more social gatherings. Perfect.
"Waiting on someone?" You turn to the sudden masculine voice at your side, startled. The man is wearing a dark blue shirt, too tight for his chest, you think, and dark jeans. He has blonde hair, some hair locks in front of his face. And he is attractive. Like the type you would see on the cover of magazines as some sort of male supermodel.
"Mhm, yeah. My very first blind date, actually," You admit, ashamed, as the bartender places your drink in front of you.
"Oh? Do you know what they look like?"
"No. My friend said look, go there and give my friend a chance. Not a single tip, except his item is pink."
"And what is your color?"
"Something neon," Feeling silly, you point to the neon bandana around your neck. Blonde guy turns at your side, and you feel his blue eyes lock at your bandana for a second before turning back, sipping from his whiskey cup. You give another quick look toward the door. Nothing yet.
"You must trust this friend a lot to come to this date without even knowing what your date looks like."
"Tell me about it?! Luis said it needed to be like the first time meeting, or it would 'break the magic'! If I didn't trust Luis so much, I'd never EVER come to meet a man I don't even know the name!"
"You don't know his name?!" Hot blonde guy sounds shocked and amused. Well, you look foolish now.
"As I said, Luis told me it needed to be first magical meeting or something or wouldn't work?! Now you are making me feel silly, Mr...?"
"Leon. Leon Kennedy," You present yourself and shake his hand. Leon looks entertained, watching you look over the door again. Nine minutes still. You quickly glance in Leon's direction, realizing the size of his arms. He probably worked out a lot to have arms like that, damn. Could break you in half if he wanted in so many different ways.
"What do you think he looks like?" Leon suddenly questions, bringing you back from your impure thoughts. You can feel his side stare as you ponder.
"Mhmmm...fun? Smart? Easy-going? Less awkward than me on this?"
"What if he is more awkward than you?"
"Then, pardon my language Leon, but then we are both fucked."
"You don't seem to do this often," Leon affirmed as the most obvious thing in the world. You scoff.
"Wow, you figured that one now?"
Your attention is taken by the sound of the door opening. You turn, anxious to see a man with a long sleeve light pink shirt walk in. He enters, glances around, and looks at his phone. Shit, shit, shit. He is cute. Not as attractive as Leon, but oh well. Doesn't look so awkward, like you, he looks like he belongs to this place. You don't know what to do to yourself now, maybe if you sit differently, he could see your bandana better. Rolling your eyes because of your nervousness, you turn the bandana around, praying that he notices you.
He waves at you, prompting you to wave back. He walks in your direction, smirking ear to ear, and passes to meet his friends, leaving you mortified. This was not happening!
"Shiiiiiiitt...." You groan, resting your forehead down into the bar. Leon hides his mouth with his hand, holding back a laugh. You murmur to yourself, "Well, that was supposed to be expected, I guess, with my luck."
You get up, not looking in Leon's direction, asking for the bill. After this fiasco, you wouldn't stay at this bar for any minute longer.
"You know, thank you so much for being patient with me, Leon, it was really great, I appreciate that, and I hope you have a great nigh-" The rest of the sentence dies down in your throat as you see the small pink panther statue resting in front of Leon. Your stare goes to his face as he finishes his cup and turns to you, a teasy smirk on his lips, his blue eyes glowing in your direction.
"I don't think I am late, am I?"
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