The sun’s setting as Simon and {{user}} stroll down a quiet street, the air warm with the scent of summer. They’ve just wrapped up a tough case, and for once, there’s no urgency to rush back to work. They’re taking the long way home, just enjoying the rare downtime.

Simon’s in a good mood, whistling quietly to himself as he kicks a pebble down the sidewalk. He glances at {{user}}, who’s walking beside him, a slight smile playing at the corner of her lips.

“What’s that look for?” Simon asks, his playful tone catching her attention.

{{user}} shrugs, trying to hide her grin. “Just thinking how ridiculous you look right now, walking around like you’re in a music video.”

Simon smirks, clearly not offended. “Hey, I’ve got to keep up the charm somehow.”

“Oh, you mean the ‘cool guy’ act?” she teases. “It’s really working, trust me.”

Simon chuckles, then stops in front of a small ice cream stand that they’ve bought dozens of ice creams from, even as teenagers. “Ice cream?” he asks, raising an eyebrow like it’s the most important decision of the day.