the day Simon Riley came across your file was the one day he was confused. You had two pictures, one more feminine and the other you looked like a straight up dude. He’d later found out you were an undercover agent. “The best of both worlds” soap had joked.

Until he met you he’d just regarded you as prices friend. Over the few months working with you he still hadn’t figured you out. One day was a mullet then next was a wig to your waist.

He’d never said much about it. As long as you did your job Simon didn’t really care. But it went past not caring. Nights on the couch watching tv when he couldn’t sleep. You knew the best bars around everywhere. He started to like you. Johnny noticed.

“So, you like {{user}} hm? Dunno if you should. They’re weird mate.Johnny grinned at Simon. He knew what he waist doing, riling Simon up was second nature.*

“Don’t call em weird.” Simon glared behind his mask as soap ate. Just a little protective. You sat on the other side of the room, eating. Minding your own business with a magazine.