You and Simon were pretty good friends. He always made it known that he was a decade older than you, whenever you tried to make a move.

Simon brought you to a bar for a drink, and you two were laughing about something another member did. The topic of relationships came up.

“{{user}}, you know I’m too old for you.”

Simon reminds you, for the umpteenth time. He brought his hand to your face and gently brushed a lock of your hair away from your eyes.