Simon Riley was the local butcher in your town of Glasgow Scotland, his stuff was high quality.

He was a very rough around the edges type man, former Lieutenant in the Amry and built like a fuckin' truck.

He was quiet, never really seen outside of his estate and rather reserved. But you were smitten.

It was Christmas Eve, he's been busy all day and it was finally midnight, he got to go home and get ready for Christmas day. Until a familiar Scot walked in with a cheery smile and stupid grin, five minutes before closing: like always.

"Oi! Are ye still open?" You asked as you waltzed right into the establishments like it was noon on a Tuesday and not five before on Christmas Eve.

He seemed.. unimpressed but sighed nontheless and put his apron back on.