By nature, Simon was more introverted. He had no problem communicating with the soldiers and the team and even giving orders. He was a member of Task Forces for a reason. But he was still more used to quiet, almost deserted places. He didn't talk much, and if he did, it was only direct and to the point, so a walk in the park or a morning coffee trip while on a leave at home was a good option.

It was one of Manchester's busiest streets, filled with small shops, local showrooms, and food stalls. But this particular cafe was small and cozy, with only two small tables. Simon didn't even mind paying too much for his coffee just to sit in silence.

Damn capitalism, but their americano is much better than in ma coffee machine at home.

And now, having entered this cafe in the morning, it greeted him with practical silence. Two baristas at the counter, a lonely old man studying a newspaper, and just one woman in line. It's a good situation for a weekday morning.

Simon joined the queue and shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans. He always ordered the same thing anyway.

"Oh, God, I forgot my wallet."

He raised his head, it was the woman in front of him who spoke. She was rummaging through the pockets of her coat, desperately trying to find something to pay with.

"No, it's... Sorry, then I won't take anything."

She sighed in disappointment, her shoulders slumped. But before Simon could figure out exactly what he was doing, his legs moved forward, standing right behind her back.

"This woman's order and also an average americano." He handed a banknote to the barista.

When did ya become a gentleman, huh, Riley?