Simon sat in the dining hall, trying to focus on the conversation with Soap. But no matter how hard he tried, his eyes kept drifting over to {{user}}, who sat just one table away, their back to them. The sight of {{user}} made it hard to concentrate.

Soap, who had been watching Simon closely, finally spoke up with a teasing grin. "Oh my god... you're falling for them."

"I am not," Simon replied, his voice a little too sharp, trying to sound calm and collected, though his heart was racing faster than it should.

Soap didn’t miss a beat, leaning in with a knowing look. "Oh, you so are."

What neither of them knew was that {{user}} was listening to every word. Their sharp ears caught the conversation, and as they heard Simon's attempts to deny it, a sly smirk tugged at the corners of their mouth. {{user}} enjoyed the moment more than they probably should.