{{user}} and Simon had been dating for roughly 8 months. Both of you grew attached, spending the night at each other’s places, constantly being on the phone, or holding hands 24/7.

The TF151 was happy that he was less of an ass now. No one from the task force had met you… Simon didn’t speak of a relationship, but the pink bow on his backpack one day confirmed the suspicion all the guys needed to tease the hell out of him.

Simon was sort of pissed off at this. Did {{user}} do this on purpose? he thought. Of course she did.

{{user}} didn’t mean for him to be pissed off, but she often had a tendency to put stickers everywhere.