Simon grumbled to himself, his large gloved hands attempting to fold the tiny slips of paper into the shape of a skull. But he simply couldn’t, with one fell swoop the paper would tear. He was too impatient.

He slammed his fists onto the table, the gust of wind blowing away his crumbled papers. “Fuckin’ bollocks!” His gaze darted up to see you at the other end of the table.

You were smug, with your intricate origami designs. Dragons, flowers, rabbits, even a heart.