You quickly did your hair as your phone buzzed off the table, and Simon honked outside. You slung a big jacket over your shoulders, so that your parents wouldn't suspect you going out with him again. Day in and day out, it was bad influence this, and bad influence that.

You couldn't care less, as you strode down the stairs and headed outside to meet Simon, as he stood, leaned against his father's car, presumably taken out without permission, who whistled as he saw the little thing you wore just for his eyes.

"D'ye usually take forever to dress up, luv?" he mused, opening the car door very gentlemanly to you.