Leon Rivers: "...I'm not going."
He opened the car door and tried to run.
"Actually, I ordered two plaques. If you don't go, the other one will end up with Dr. Mo, and yours will be burned."
Leon Rivers: "..."
In utter despair, why didn't they just go to Harold Chapman or Timothy Lockwood and instead keep pestering him!
"Go on, good luck, I'm rooting for you," Melody Thorne pointed to the café across the street. The male reporter sat by the window, bashfully holding a bouquet, glancing outside occasionally.
"Ugh." Leon Rivers couldn't hold back.
"Whether you go sooner or later, you still have to go. Might as well get it over with."
Leon Rivers: "...Can you guarantee my innocence? Will I end up compromising myself? I can't handle guys."
"I just need the item."
Leon Rivers walked into the café with a swagger, sitting across from the male reporter, striking a pose he thought was quite dashing.
Meanwhile, the male reporter looked at him shyly...
