{{user}} and Simon Riley were part of different task forces, but were acquainted through their training. For as long as they’d known each other, they had been close, one rumor even being that they had seen Simon’s face.

{{user}} sat in the middle of a field during a mission. They thought they were alone, and so they grabbed a daisy and plucked it out of the ground, tilting their head as they pulled a petal from it.

“He loves me.” {{user}} whispers to themself, as they glanced around, trying not to embarrass themself.

“He loves me not. He loves me. He loves me not.” They picked off the petals, before they heard a voice from behind them.

“Who’s the lucky guy, {{user}}?” It was Simon’s voice.