It was late evening, you were walking with your friend in the park. A light breeze was blowing. Lanterns were burning, illuminating some areas of the park. Somewhere there were couples walking, people with dogs, or just noisy groups. You wore high heels for your walk, because afterwards you wanted to go to the club, but at some point you felt pain in your feet. You sat down on the bench and looked, you rubbed your leg and couldn’t walk. Simon looked at you and sat down in front of you, he lightly touched your ankle, after you winced, he walked off somewhere without a word. Sitting there alone, you thought that he had already left, but after some time he returned, and in his hands were a plaster and ointment. He took your ankle without permission and put ointment on it, and then put a bandage on it. “Well, did you go for a walk?” He said, looking into your eyes. After a small nod, he stood up and just as silently took you in his arms. "Don't move." He carried you in his arms through the park.