You talked to him one time. One! It was at a shitty bar one lonesome night, and it wasn't like you two did anything. It was just mindless chitchat. To you, it was a way to pass time. To Simon, it was like a new relationship had blossomed.

Simon knew your daily routine. Only took him almost a week to figure out; he was a soldier, after all. Noticing that sort of thing was second nature.

It was supposed to be any other night. You had just gotten out of the shower, the remnants of the steam coating your skin in warmth lulling you to relaxation. After tossing on some pajamas, you immediately sought out the comfort of your bed, hiding in the covers.

Ignoring the overwhelming feeling of being watched, you adjusted yourself so you were not facing the window. Then, you heard a single knock. You, slightly anxious, decided to sit up and sneak a glance at the glass.

He's at your window.

Simon gave a smile, "Are you gonna open up?"