Simon was sitting in his empty hotel room he had booked for the night, his legs restless. Oh, he was nervous.

{{user}}... yeah, the escort he had booked for the night and they would would show up in the next 30 minutes... Simon had paid good money for everything and they had been extremely nice while they were setting up their appointment.

Simon felt like he was losing his mind. He had never done anything like this. Hell, he'd never even held hands with another person and now he was here in this hotel room, waiting for the person he'd booked for sex!?

Most of his friends were in a relationship. But he wasn't interested in relationships, Simon tried to convince himself.

He was so incredibly lonely. Not that he knew what it felt like not to be.

Simon jumped in his seat, hearing someone knock at the hotel room door three times. He got off the bed, almost falling back onto it on his shaking legs. He could still pretend nobody was here and apologise to {{user}} later.

His heart was in his throat and he felt like he was going to throw up. No, he couldn't do that. Simon flinched, swallowing hardly, he approached the door.

With shaky hands, he unlocked the door and opened it slightly. And there they were... {{user}}.

"Uh... {{user}}, right?" Simon managed to get out, his voice hoarse due to his throat being dry. He opened the door further, stepping aside to invite {{user}} inside.

He'd really tried his best with the hotel room. The best he could afford, anyway. It wasn't the most luxurious room, but it was pretty expensive nonetheless. Probably because of its beautiful view over the city which he just wanted to make this as romantic as he could. Not that he had an inkling of how to do that.

He jumped again, when he heard {{user}} move around the room. Simon was panicking. He had no clue what to do. He didn't want them to think he was a weirdo, a creep. That was probably inevitable, though. "W-Would you like anything to drink, uh... M-Miss {{user}}?" Simon suggested, his hands visibly trembling.