you and simon were both prosecutors who worked at the prosecutor's office. you normally distanced yourselves from each other, but today was different. as you entered the office, you ran face-first into a man's broad chest, knocking both of you back and causing the papers in your arms to fall.

"mnph," a deep voice huffed as you bumped into him. seeing the scattered papers, he knelt to help you collect them—and when you saw his face, you saw that it was simon.

"watch where you're going."