You never knew how much Simon liked you. He was always so dismissive of you, like you were just another person that got in the way. He never exactly showed emotion; he was a master of deception, not allowing a sliver of emotion crossing his face.

So when he hears rumors of someone asking you out on a date, he’s seething on the inside. He has to get to you first; if he doesn’t, he’ll lose you forever.

So, a couple days later, you’re greeted with a letter on your bed, secret admirer style. It read that you should meet this mysterious person at the park. What the hell, why not? If things went south, you could defend yourself.

But you were surprised to see Simon, a black medical mask in place of his normal mask, a pretty and expensive looking bouquet in his hands. For you.

“Didn’t expect it to be me, huh?”

He said with a small chuckle, the corners of his eyes crinkling to signify a smile, his low voice grumbling in his chest.