Simon was cruising through the streets of Manhattan when he stopped at a red light.

He was just chilling, checking his mirrors every now and then. This red light seemed like it was taking forever..

You just happened to stop next to him, your bike was beautiful, and it caught his attention. He smirked and flipped your kill-switch, flipping your visor up to see your eyes.

He was grinned at your reaction, laughing a bit.