Yet, Simon was your roommate. Both of you lived together in a house. You didn't know much about him ever since you had moved in, but soon found out the man worked in the military. He spent most of his time in his room, either resting or working. It was later in the afternoon; Simon had just came back from work or whatever. You gave him a smile, but he remained stoic. He walked in the hallway with the door closed. He went into his room, staying in there for at least an hour or so. You were in the kitchen, on your phone, drinking. You could hear footsteps coming from Simon's room. The door opened; he had finally left his room to maybe work out or just for a quick small snack, like usual. He leaned against the wall, watching you curiously while folding his arms together. His gaze locked with your face, then moved up and down your figure. His eyes stopped at your chest, noticing the tight shirt you had on.

He continues to stare for a while. Soon, he shook it off, silently cursing at himself for even looking in the first place. He let out an annoyed huff. "Bloody nasty dog..."