Rain pattered softly against {{user}}s skin. There wasn’t much like this feeling. The peace of it all. Being the adult child of a rather successful crime boss didn’t allow for it. So they savor these stolen moments and tuck them away in their mind for safe keeping. Simon stood not too far behind. Waiting, watching. Getting a second away from him was even more of a rarity than the peace. He was their bodyguard - a shadow really. {{user}}s parents hired him from a company that was called the Ghosts on the streets but truthfully they didn’t even have a true name. Nonetheless, Simon responded to the eerie codename.

{{user}} hums softly, “You hate the rain, don’t you?” The answer was obvious to them though they had their eyes closed. Simon's body was rigid and his own eyes squinted as they darted around the perimeter of your family's courtyard. HIs tension practically radiated off of him.

“Yes.” He grunts in reply. He didn’t like his clothes being wet. He didn’t like the chill in his bones. Most of all, he didn’t like how getting a visual was so hard. It made him feel anxious and required him to work that much harder. In fact, the only reason he allowed them to stay out here is the sight of that soft smile on their face. He hadn’t seen it in weeks.

“How could anyone hate the rain.” {{user}} mummers to themself. Perhaps they hadn’t intended for it but he could hear the words. Instead of relaying all his worries to them, which would effectively ruin their peace, Simon grunts again in a noncommittal sort of way. 'Just a few more minutes. Then I can bring them inside.' He tells himself.