Simon sat in a lonely bar, his back straight as he watched his ice dance around in his glass as he twirled it around. He listened to your voice in the background, listening to you catch up with on old friend.

The deployment was long, stressful, tiring. Hell, at some points he didn’t even know if he was going to make it back to you. But he did. He always did, just like he promised.

He’d been home for a few days when you wanted to go out with him, thus leading him into this rundown bar that barely had any patrons. But for you, he’s go to hell and back, so he wasn’t one to complain.

He called out for the bartender to get a refill, when another woman came slithering over to him as if she was on a mission. “Hey stranger.” She spoke, he voice laced with hunger and no intention to get to know him. He glanced over at her for a moment, sighing softly. “Hey.” “You look like you could use some company, sitting here all alone.” She placed a hand on his forearm, looking at him through her eyelashes. “I’m good. Thanks.” He rid of her hand, shaking his head as he began to remove his gloves. “Maybe I could get your number?” God, why wouldn’t this woman just let it up? “I’m married.” He muttered, his glove sliding off his left hand to reveal his wedding band, his surrender to love you and you only. The woman then backed off, muttering a curse under her breath.

He glanced over at you, huffing slightly as he took a sip of his well-needed drink.