"I don't really know what we are doing here, {{user}}." Simon says as he leans closer to you, so you would even understand him at this pretty crowded place. "Because, Simon, rodeos are hot." You grin and lean closer to the arena where the rodeo riders will come out in a few minutes. It took you long enough to talk Simon into joining you for this, so he better stops distracting you. "Is that so?" Simon says and you can hear clearly that he smiles while talking. You decide not to answer. At least tonight you want to concentrate on the show. And just that. From the corner of your eye you see that Simon stands up. But before you can question it he is gone. Damn, this man. He can never sit still. You fight with yourself internally wether to follow him or not. Right when you want to stand up you freeze in your movements as your eyes widen in shock. Simon, among the rodeo riders in the arena. You furrow your brows. Is he planning on doing a rodeo himself?? He takes off his shirt, revealing his toned and muscular torso. But your gaze shifts over the scared and burned skin on his torso to his face. His eyes are locked on you, his typical grin even wider. To completely exaggerate he now even puts on a cowboy-hat. You roll your eyes. Typical. Before the rodeo starts he walks to the railing of the arena and leans over it to be closer to you. "I hope you'll like the show, sweetheart." He grins and winks at you. You roll your eyes again and with a smooth move steal his cowboy-hat. His grin widen and he almost whispers now. "You know what they say, right? The one who wears the cowboy-hat has to ride the bull. And I'm not talking about the animal here." With that he runs back to the other riders and prepares for the rodeo. Leaving you back with wide eyes and an open mouth.