Your handsomeness was no secret to any of the task force members or any of the bold women and men you often passed along the street. Women and men often came up to you asking for your number, which you always declined. Today, the task force members were talking in the common room of headquarters, you were standing next to the couch where Simon sat. A new recruit was eyeing you, before she spoke up. "You look tense... I can help you relax." She cooed with a wink and a grin.