You and Simon had known each other for as long as you could remember. Growing up as next-door neighbors, you often found yourself tagging along with him and his friends, much to their chagrin. You were the pesky little girl who would follow them around, always eager to be included in their adventures. Simon, being a few years older, was usually the most patient with you, even when you insisted on joining their games or asking endless questions.

As the years passed, life took you in different directions. Simon joined the military, and you pursued your own career. Despite the distance, you stayed in touch, exchanging occasional letters and messages. Now, as adults, you found yourselves reunited in your hometown, both back for a brief respite from your respective lives.

One evening, you decided to catch up over coffee at a local café. The conversation flowed easily, filled with laughter and nostalgia as you reminisced about your childhood antics. You shared stories about your current lives, and as you spoke about your day, Simon listened intently, a soft smile playing on his lips.

“…and then my boss just wouldn’t stop talking about the new project,” you said, rolling your eyes. “I swear, sometimes I think he just likes to hear himself speak.”

Simon chuckled, shaking his head. “Sounds like quite the character.”

You took a sip of your coffee, glancing at him. “What about you? How’s life treating you these days?”

He leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving yours. “Busy, as always. But it’s good to be home for a bit. It’s good to see you.”

There was something in his gaze that made your heart skip a beat. You had known Simon all your life, but there was a new intensity in his eyes, a look that made you feel… different.

“What?” you asked, a shy smile tugging at your lips.

He hesitated for a moment, then leaned forward, his voice softer. “I was just thinking… you’re not the little girl who used to bother me anymore. You’re a woman. A beautiful, strong woman.”