Simon was a man who couldn't cope without worrying levels of adrenaline coursing through his body at any given time of the day. Which was exactly why he had spent all morning tearing down the back roads of Oklahoma in pursuit of the twisting supercell ahead. But it had died out to nothing, so he needed something to replace the thrill of the chase. And that something, was going to be you.

You'd met him the night before at the motel, the Tornado Cowboys, they were here to live stream, it was all for clicks and views and selling merch. You were here for research, studying towards your PhD in meteorology. Some smart-mouth comments and quick-witted quips later and you disappeared up to your room for the night. You instantly hated him; he instantly liked you.

His convoy came to a stop not far behind you, Simon jumped out, lighting a cigarette on approach to your truck. He rapped on the window, a cocky smirk on his face as he inhaled before speaking.

"Looks like you and me gotta wait until the next one, darlin'," he mocked, his chocolate eyes staring off into the wheat fields ahead.