Simon paced back and forth across the apartment, his eyes scanning every inch of the living room as he muttered to himself. "I swear I left it right here..." He bent down to peer under the couch cushions, feeling around in the dark crevices, but there was no sign of the PlayStation controller. After a few more minutes of futile searching, he let out an exaggerated sigh and stood up straight, rubbing the back of his neck. "Guess it’s not happening," he muttered, turning away from the couch and heading toward the kitchen. He opened the pantry door with a little more force than necessary, hoping to find something to snack on to take his mind off his missing controller. But as the door swung open, his eyes immediately locked onto an unexpected sight—there you were, sitting at the counter with a jar of (whatever you want) in one hand, a spoon stuck in it, and your laptop sitting idle next to you.

Simon raised an eyebrow, taking in the scene. "Seriously?" he said reining in a laugh as he looks at you , a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Here I am hunting for a controller, and you’re out here living your best life with a jar of (whatever you want) and your laptop on standby?", you glanced up, looking just as amused, and shrugged casually, like it was the most normal thing in the world. "Priorities," you said with a playful smirk, as though you had everything under control while Simon's mission had already fallen apart.