The batwing doors creak open. Heavy footsteps thud against the scarred wooden floors, slow and methodical, basking in the attention.

Everyone knew of him and if they did not, they should be grateful that they’ve yet to cross paths with him. He sat down on the worn stool, a relieved sigh slipping past his chapped lips.

Simon’s eyes glimmered with fondness as they landed on you. “Hiya darling,” he drawled, tilting his head. It was as if he knew you were sweet on him.

“You miss me much?”