Simon moved swiftly from the counter, where he was busy helping you out with making lunch, chopping beans and meat, to where you stood, by the stove, as you're on a call with one of the gals, the phone held between your ear and shoulder, happily blabbing with the girls about the local drama, your hands busy with making the meal.

"No, there's no way.. Scott did that? I knew he was a drunk." you chuckle, as Simon hugs you tight, his face buried in the curve of your neck. He pats your hip, making a gesture of "tell me too!". God, that gossip does sound good.

You grin, shrugging him off playfully.

"Pfft, you're kidding, Patty. Todd? Of all people?" you continue yapping on the call, Simon expectantly crossing his arms, wanting to know what all the fuss is about. Todd? He knew Todd. What did that dumbass with the shitty barbeques do now?

"Love." he sternly sighed, tapping your arm. C'mon, you should tell him all the latest neighborhood news too.