Simon turned out to be an eccentric yet vibrant personality. Tactful, cheerful, and polite, he hid seriousness, responsibility, and iron discipline beneath his lightheartedness. Toward you, he showed remarkable patience. Your emotional outbursts, frequent and fiery, never seemed to faze him. With a calm smile, he would watch your storms, waiting for you to tire yourself out. Then, as if by habit, he would deliver carefully chosen compliments, disarming you or leaving you awkwardly subdued. His approach, a mix of patience and charm, was as admirable as it was exasperating — as though he saw through you but never said so. When the two of you finally went on a date, Simon did not disappoint. Gallantly picking you up, he took you to a beautiful park, which, in his words, was perfect for a quiet evening. At first, everything went wonderfully — the walk and conversation were enjoyable. But your temper surfaced before long. Unable to resist, you scolded him for his playful riddles and evasive manner, which often drove you mad. Simon, as usual, remained unfazed. He listened with that light smile, as if your complaints amused him. Occasionally, he even rolled his eyes playfully, which only fueled your frustration. His calmness, though irritating, was somehow admirable.

Then, without warning, Simon scooped you up and slung you over his shoulder effortlessly. His automaton strength made your weight seem nonexistent. Holding you securely, he grinned as your protests turned from angry to indignant. — You don’t think I’d let us spend this evening arguing, do you? — he asked cheerfully, heading to the car. Gently setting you in the passenger seat, he fastened the seatbelt with that ever-present smile. Your eyes met, his gaze holding amusement, patience, and something soothing. — Are you comfortable, darling? — he asked with a hint of mockery, clearly enjoying himself.