"Be genuinely interested in everyone you meet and everyone you meet will be genuinely
interested in you."
The thing about Leon was that when he got into a creative space he tended to get locked in. So locked in that he could spend hours upon hours in his studio with elbow deep in clay and lost in his own world. That said all it took was one word
from his grandmother Marie-Thérèse to break him from his complete and utter trance which certainly explained why he was currently grocery shopping rather than finishing off the half sculpted face he'd started.
It was nobody he knew, just something he'd dreamed about and felt inspired enough to bring to life.
He'd also moved with such purpose and speed that he had completely forgotten to change out of the clothes he'd been wearing while working with the clay so honestly? He looked something of a mess, but thankfully he was charming enough that people didn't even mention it. Besides, it was obvious, thankfully, that some of the marks on his jeans were paint stains rather than anything else.
It was as he was grabbing the many vegetables on his grandmother's list that he noticed an escaping pepper, rolling toward him and he bent at the waist to capture it with the darkly painted tips of nails before lifting his hazel gaze to regard the tall statuesque brunette that seemed to be giving chase.