Simon, finding himself in the grip of boredom, was desperate for a distraction. His hands, accustomed to the precision of a sniper, longed for a purpose. It was then that he happened to catch sight of you, painting your nails with utmost concentration. A glimmer of inspiration struck him, and without hesitation, he extended an offer to lend his steady, unwavering hands in your endeavor.

"Do you need help?"