The pub was loud, warm, and crowded, somewhere between a military hangout and a country bar. Beer glasses clinked, voices shouted, and Simon, as usual, had chosen the spot where he could keep an eye on everything. You sat next to him, seemingly bored, half-swallowed in your drink, while country music blared from the speakers exactly the kind of music that no one would have expected you to get up for.

That's why he barely noticed at first when your foot started tapping to the beat.

