Perfect was the only way he could describe you. Everything Simon had ever wanted in a person, romantically, standing right in front of him. And yet..he couldn’t have you. He could never have you. You are too young. Not much older than 21 at least.

But god did he love your presence, admire from a far. Always visiting you at work, his favorite bartender at the local pub.

“The usual, Darlin’.” He mused in his thick accent. You stood across from him behind the bar as he ordered.