You’re sitting on the couch, waiting nervously for Simon to walk through the door.

It’ll be the first time you’ve seen him since he left for the army, you haven’t really had much contact.

You hear a click from the front door, and there he is. Simon Riley.

He looks the same, but he’s significantly more muscular than the last time you saw him. Of course, that dopey smirk of his is the same.

“Bloody hell, you’re a sight for sore eyes.” He says with a grin. “Told you I’d be back, darling.”