@kingsblaze had an unsolicited fan:
Leon was chatty man by nature. Someone who could strike up conversation nearly anywhere, and would if able. Much like now. He stood at the cafe counter, his and Milo's orders being made, and a young woman had caught his attention. The conversation was pleasant if nothing else, but there was a subtle shift in how Leon stood.
She inched closer, and for inch she did, he avoided and backed away until his back was casually pressed to the counter, and he laughed. A phone was in her hand and he conceded. He smiled for the photo, large and bright and she left him with a smile of her own and a touch to his arm. He watched after her for only a glance before he grabbed their orders and joined the farmer back at their seat.
"Here you are, a warm tea and biscuits for a warm man."
❦ Milo had been a bit busy looking for a seat for themselves; the café had gotten a tad popular - likely on account of their frequent visits - and that all too often meant tables were hard to come by. Thankfully the farmer had secured a spot for himself and Leon, their seats well-cushioned and nestled by the window for a quite pleasant view.
It was when he'd turned to wave Leon over that he noticed the chairman was dealing with something of an issue.
Pushy fans were not unheard of; every gym leader and important figure within the league had to deal with the likes of such people more often than not. Still, watching this lady encroach on Leon's personal space, disregard his attempts to back away, and even go so far as to touch him without any consideration for the man-
She was lucky Milo had noticed the exchange too late and that he'd been at the far end of the café.
The farmer's brows were tight-knit, concerned as Leon finally made his way over. The chairman made no mention of what had happened, though that hardly surprised Milo at all. Lee wasn't the sort to bring up matters which could be upsetting, especially if it pertained to him. Milo let it be for a moment, settling down side by side, cupping tea in his hands to let the heat seep into his fingertips.
"... You don't owe them your comfort. You know that, right?"
He's not entirely sure where it comes from, but Milo doesn't really fight the words as they come to mind.