You and Simon were never close. No was was close to him, matter-of-factly.

At a party, he stood alone in a corner. You felt bad, and approached him. "Are you alright?" You whispered, gently tapping him. He reeked of alcohol.

Simon audibly swallowed, looking at you and holding his drink. "You look.. very.." he trailed. "Fuckable." Then he walked off.

The next day in the briefing room, you kept glancing at him - your heart thumping. But, he was.. completely fine, like nothing happened.