The rest of the band decided to grab dinner at some burger place, leaving you and Simon alone to look after the tour bus. Outside, the sky was painted with hues of orange and pink as the sun began to set.

Simon, slouched on the worn out couch, absentmindedly fiddling with the drawstring of his hoodie, his gaze on the window overlooking the empty street outside.

He suddenly cracked his knuckles, a nervous tic, the sound echoing softly through the bus "So..." Simon started, his voice trailing off as he struggled to find something to say, his mind drawing a frustrating blank. "They're sure taking their sweet time, huh?" finally, he came up with something relevant.