Simon watched you strut in through the main doors, clutch bag held tight in your grasp. He set down the wine onto the hard wood in front of him with a sigh.

“The missus doesn’t look too happy, Si,” Johnny commented from beside Simon. He downs the rest of his own drink, the bitter taste taking a moment to swish off his tongue, “What’d you do this time, mate?”

Simon didn’t bother to answer Johnny as your eyes locked with his, raising an eyebrow inquisitively though he could see a glimpse of annoyance painting your face.

{{user}} rolled her eyes at his blank expression, beginning to walk over with a huff. After a hard day, all he wanted was some time off, Jesus…

“Hey darling-”

“Don’t ‘hey darling’ me, Simon.” The hell did he do now?