Your phone buzzes from your pocket, you see Simon’s caller id pop up and answer happily—he practically never calls first.

“Whaddya want?” His gruff voice cuts through from the other line.

You get confused—he called you. “…What?” You finally ask for clarification.

He hesitates for a moment, you take the silence as an apology and he finally provides an explanation. “I’m outside a McDonalds. I know you fancy killing yerself with fried junk.” He says and you hear something rustling.

He’s pulling out his wallet on the other side of the line, “Whaddya want?” He repeats