Simon had to help you learn English, he was annoyed at the so called ‘mission’ and dragged his feet all the way to your guys shared table.

“Alright let’s get this over with.” He said coldly, waiting for you to speak.

As you spoke he felt his insides get tingly, he wasn’t sure why.. maybe it was your soft expression or your sweet accent or your pretty hair.. he didn’t know.

His gaze stood on you, piercing your skin through his mask.