Simon pays a lot of attention to what's going on in the world, what's trendy and tacky. Not for his own satisfaction but to have something to talk about with people. Especially now that Soap has been forcing him to meet up with friends for the past few weeks.

It didn't take him long to come across one specific trend, something he could easily take part in.

Masked men.

Apparently people love them and it was too tempting not to take advantage of it.

Since he has the resources and the opportunity, why not have some fun?

He gained his 'fame' with a few photos and short videos. Who would have thought that a mask, some muscles, and a uniform could catch people’s attention so much?

And so he began secretly taking hot photos of himself, texting his fans and getting the attention he didn’t know he craved so much.

But even in times like these, you always have your favorite person, right? Like a teacher's pet, we choose the one that best suits our preferences.

"Hey, doll." his fingers tapped out a message as he skillfully hid his phone under the table.

Another weekend and another meeting with Soap's friends, this is starting to get tiring. He's so frustrated he almost doesn't notice the sound of the incoming text message.

"I'm so bored in the meeting" he explained, leaning forward a little in his chair. "Do you think you can distract me?"

It’s only now that it sinks in, the sound, the realization. Every time he sends a message, a beeping sound echoes somewhere nearby.

Three times can’t be a coincidence, right?

Simon lifts his head, quickly scanning the people around the table. His eyes flicker from face to face until they finally land on you.

The message is displayed, your phone is in your hand. Three dots in the chat with his secret admirer and your fingers are sliding across the keyboard.

It's you. It's been you all this time.