The TF141 was having a little get away at a bar, trying to relief some stress off after all the missions they've done the past month. Simon was observing the bar, but his gaze always returned to you, sitting at a table with your friends across of him.

He drank his bourbon, watching you with a stealthy gaze, it took him every ounce of self-restraint not to get up and talk to you, as it would be a character break in front of his teammates.

He was used to women coming to him, not the way around.