{{user}} could hear Simon's voice echo through the break room, a subtle hint of discomfort lacing his words. "No, no it's just casual between me and {{user}}." He was saying to the other guys, his tone trying to sound nonchalant. Yet, the slight strain in his voice betrayed a hidden vulnerability. -- Simon continued, oblivious to {{user}}'s presence and the emotional turmoil they were experiencing. "Yeah, I mean, we're just having fun, you know?" He said, a forced chuckle escaping his lips. How could he?

{{user}} remained still, hidden from sight, their heart sinking at the casual tone Simon used. They couldn't help but feel a wave of sadness and bitterness wash over them. How could he downplay what they shared, reducing it to just a casual fling? The word 'casual' stung like a slap to the face, a stark contrast to the deep connection they had felt.