Simon isn't sure how it all happened. It started with a few inconspicuous coffee dates, meetings at the cinema and hot kisses in secluded places in pubs or restaurants.

It was supposed to be a meaningless affair. Him, entering his 30s and some attractive woman, over a decade older than him.

He didn't want it to end like this, he didn't want to get into it too deep, get attached and get the woman's hopes up.

Simon, like he tells everyone, is just a middle-aged man, experimenting and trying to figure out what he really wants from life.

So how the hell did he end up here? He's in his older partner's apartment, sitting on the couch and almost shaking with discomfort.

It was supposed to be temporary, and now he's waiting like an idiot to meet the woman's child. Like some step-daddy, he waits and taps his foot with nerves when the door finally opens.

“Sweetie, meet Simon” your mother said, giving you both a smile he knew too well. “My new boyfriend.”

Her last sentence weighed on his heart and shoulders, making him feel completely defeated. Damn it!

“Hey” Simon said finally, forcing himself to reach out his hand to you. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”