Simon doesn't know how many times a day it happened, maybe every time he had the opportunity to sit and just look at you.

It's as if he was cutting himself off from reality, his eyes focused on your figure, face and hair.

Even now, when you're sitting in the dining hall in another part of the room, he can't focus on eating and just admires you from a distance.

"What are you doing, Simon?" Soap asked, standing at his table.

“They are pretty” Simon said, pointing a finger at you. His usually deep and rough voice sounds soft and sweet.

Soap glances your way and then at Simon, his expression mixed with amusement and annoyance.

"And you're ugly. Go back to eating and let's get to work" Soap commented, leaving Simon with a surprised look on his face.