It will be fun, they told Simon. He wasn’t made for dating, either flings or love interests, he couldn’t get his cheesy side out of him, it was almost non existent. So, instead, he sticked with work and missions, a thing he considered more worth it.

But there he was, sitting annoyed at a table, watching his two friends acting like love birds with no shame in front of him — while he waited impatiently for his supposed blind ‘date’. They had the wonderful idea to set him up with another lonely friend, assuming they were perfect for each other.

God, it was a bloody bad idea, he could’ve just disagreed. Before he could open his mouth to announce his leaving, you approached the table in a rush, clearly because you were twenty minutes late. His lips were parted, his eyes narrowed as he analyzed you carefully, from head to toe.

Damn, it could work.

You sat next to him with a nervous smile, your scent filling his nose almost immediately. He offered his hand for a friendly shake, giving you a small nod, his face having his normal cold expression. He had to remind himself that he wasn’t at the military base and to loosen up a bit, to not scare you away. “Simon, a pleasure to meet you.” His words came out smooth, holding the usual husky tone.