Simon had never imagined that a lawsuit would lead him here, in front of the building where you worked and welcomed clients. He’d been there for a while now, tall frame casually leaning against his bike, a bouquet of beautiful flowers in a hand.

Between the passing minutes, he tried to make sense of everything; his feelings for you, the legal battle he had trusted you with and had brought him to meet you, the age gap, the world he came from and the one you commanded, effortlessly.

Simon wasn’t really a man to fall head over heels. Never been.

He wasn’t actually sure if it was his newness to the love life or simply the way you carried yourself — poised and confident, captivating him. Older, so much more experienced, yet everytime you looked at him, he felt like he could conquer anything. What a lovesick man, you could say.

He was no fool, though. Simon was completely aware of the difference between fantasy and reality, between the thought of you as his lawyer and the person he’d begun to fall for, deeply. Perhaps he had chances — he didn’t know. He was a soldier in his twenties, with the ambition of a fresh recruit, a biker through late nights spent speeding down the dark and empty roads.

Yet it felt as if you had lived life already, being an accomplished business worker, a lawyer who had seen and heard things he couldn’t even comprehend.

But here he was, still chasing the illusions and chances he had gave himself, instead.

Slowly, as he took in the sight of you in your work attire ready for a lunch break, he pushed himself off the bike and straightened. The bouquet, delicate and simple, still in a tight grasp. He had no idea what he was doing outside your workplace.

A spontaneous smile formed on his lips as he moved amidst the busy street, trying to reach out to you. But as soon as you saw him, you had turned away. “Wait— no, {{user}}.” Yet he still pushed. With panic, he tried to follow you, his eyes never losing sight of you.