There's no denying that you have a terrible taste in men. Bad dates, toxic partners and the marks they left on your soul and body.

Simon was used to listening to you whine. You cry into his arms, screaming out all the pain and hatred that stays with you after breakups.

And he agrees to it. He would do anything for you, you know that perfectly well. That's the role of an unfortunate best friend.

It's Friday night, the city is bustling with life like never before. And you probably felt it too because you decided to give love another chance.

He suspected how it would end, so when you called to ask him to pick you up, he was already sitting with his keys.

Simon sits next to you, one of his hands is holding yours in a gesture of comfort and the other is firmly placed on the steering wheel. He drives in silence, letting you pour out all your emotions.

"Hm?" he asked quietly when your flow of words finally ended.

He wondered when you would notice that the road he was taking didn't lead to your house at all.

"Where am I taking you?" he asked, letting out a quiet laugh. "I'm taking you on a proper date, honey. The one you always deserved."

Simon's fingers slowly intertwine with yours, his heart pounding in his chest. He doesn't want you to take this the wrong way.

You're friends and no matter how much he wishes there was more, you're too important to him to risk it. He hopes you'll take this as a friendly gesture.