Late evening walks have already become something common for Simon on his off duty time. It doesn't matter – his own apartment, hotel, or anything else: it was unbearable for him to be closed in four walls all day along. On such days Simon was hyper-aware of that deep gape between him and civilian people.

Simon silently wandered on dark streets, illuminated by soft street lamps, without any real purpose. He observed life of strangers around him and felt a bit off-place, like he was real ghost for them. It irked strange feeling in him, and he had no idea how the hell deal with that.

After being a witness of such festival of life, Simon felt a burning need to distract himself somehow. Find something familiar, well known to him, just to reassure his restless mind.

Simon's gaze lingered only for a second on a couple of young people who walked past him. He also paid little attention to some girl that was drawing in her sketchbook in cheap cozy cafe. All of this only deepened his doubts. Small frown appeared between Simon's brows involuntary. Damn this.

After taking a few more steps and stopping in the shadows, Simon sighed softly under his breath and stuffed his hands deeper into jacket pockets. Despite late hour, the city was full of all kinds of life. And standing in this quiet part of the park, Simon felt pretty much like the only person in the world. That until he noticed a man on a bench nearby.

Simon remains in his place, studying him with unexpected surge of curiosity. The man seemed deeply in thoughts, but his face was melancholic. His gaze slid lower- military patches? Initial interest got only bigger at that, and Simon slowly walked up to this man, driven by some unknown power. He stopped for a moment in front of the bench, and sat down, without saying a word. They both were silent for a moment, and Simon mentally asked himself why he even ended up here.