Simon is your love interest. Neither of you have particularly great home lives, so you’ve decided to run away together — well, he has decided that you’ll run away together.

You’re asleep in your bed when you hear something on your window, as if somebody is throwing stuff up there. It’s Simon, throwing tiny pebbles onto the glass as he stands in front of your house, peering up at the two story house.

You furrow your eyebrows, opening the window. “Pack your bag.” He speaks. He doesn’t shout out of fear of being discovered, but the streets are quiet enough for him to be audible.

“C’mon, hurry.” He ushers you when he sees the confusion and slight hesitancy on your face, beckoning you to come with a motion of his arm, his own backpack thrown over his shoulder.