After a chaotic evening simon was at the bar with his friends, lounging, waiting for the time to run,his attention is split between you and the chatter of his friends, laughing in bursts at whatever they said, before turning back to reading the message you sent.

pocketing his phone,Simon finally hefts himself up onto his bike and kickstarts the engine,it roars loudly at first but then the machine purrs underneath him. he adjusts his helmet, zips up his jacket.