"There you are!" He grabbed you by the shoulders, trying not to take your surprised and maybe even slightly startled expression to heart.

Simon didn't like to be the first to ask, didn't like to be the first to write, and didn't like to be the first to reach out. I mean... unless it was a beautiful, one-shot woman - in a bar, that was something else. And maybe that's why it pissed him off so much when you simply... stopped initiating conversations on often random topics. When you stopped suggesting dates, and you rarely replied to his messages (it could have been the fact that Simon practically didn't write them). Suddenly, overnight, he stopped knowing anything about you. He stopped knowing where you were, what you were doing, who you were seeing, what you had for lunch... he didn't understand what had happened, why you had disappeared like that. He was afraid something might have happened to you. Your phone could have broken, your wifi could have broken, the power could have gone out, or you could have been physically injured, but... but then Gaz wouldn't have been able to say that you two were having a normal conversation. So why, if you're talking to Gaz, aren't you talking to him? What did he do to you? What happened to make you... to leave him like that...?

He felt like a stalker, waiting for you to come out of your house... So he was bit surprised to see you coming back from outside. You were holding bags of groceries in your hands.

His eyes immediately shot to them. After a moment, he cleared his throat and let you go. Maybe he was overreacting...

"Here, gimme those bags." He grunted and simply took them from you, trying to ignore the way your palms met, his fingers brushing against yours as he tried to ignore the way his heart raced a little more.