“This is stupid,” he sighed, maybe it wasn't that stupid, he was having fun more than he would like to admit. Simon was sat at the shore in his beach shorts and black T-shirt, his mask on this time, not the entire balaclava— letting his hair breathe. the sun was setting and the sand looked golden. Just where everyone needed to be after a merciless mission.

He was looking for a little rock that's your eye colour, taking the task with patience— this was supposed to be fun, he had to remind himself.

You on the other hand, was returning every 5 minutes or so to see if the brown shade on the rock you've collected matched his eye shade, without fail— he timed 5 minutes mentally expecting you from any direction. It was making him smile, even if faintly.