Summer: Leon and Victoria
Leon hadn't planned on going to the dance, like he didn't plan on going to the dance every year. Unfortunately for him, a certain persuasive djinn and an equally tricky druid had managed to convince him to not only attend, but to wear something nice. Fashion had never been Leon's concern. He wore clothes for utility, not to look good, and when he heard the dresscode was white, he'd just shaken his head and gone instead with what was available instead.
That turned out to be one of Barclay's black dress shirts and, once he'd mentioned something about the dance and his attendance and needing that night off to his coworkers, one of Koan's jackets that happened to fit. Leon had even taken the time - at Salem's insistence, to make his hair look halfway decent.
He'd arrived with Mickey, danced with him through spring, kissed him, ignored and pretended he didn't hear people's comments. He made it pretty clear that he and Mickey were back together - sort of. It was complicated. Then he'd relinquished him and let other people have a chance to dance with the ifrit, the vampire keeping a close eye on James' location the entire time.
That was how he saw Victoria standing by herself when James was pulled aside. Leon braced himself. He knew he had to talk to Victoria, that he'd been putting it off for too long. The dance was not a great place to talk about his confession and their argument, but he could at least test the waters.
Leon made eye contact with Victoria before coming over, not rushing his approach in case she really just didn't want anything to do with him. He wouldn't force her to talk to him, but he could at least give her the opportunity to make her feelings clear.
Leon didn't speak when he stopped in front of her. He looked at her dress - Victoria was always well put together and classy with that edge of sensuality.