Simon was born with a frozen heart, too weak for strong emotions, no love, no hate, no fear, so he decided to have no emotions at all. Simon spent years pushing down all his feelings, knowing his heart would die if he felt to strongly.

Simon was good at keeping his emotions under control, always kept a straight face and never ever felt strongly about anything. His position as Lieutenant was not as stressful on his heart as he thought it would be, so Simon thought that he was going to die on the field or of old age.

Simon sighed as he got dragged around, pub to pub, his team mates wanted to celebrate another successful mission. The big burly man was tired of the crowded pub, so he decided to adventure out on his own, which led him to a train.

The city of love, Simon just wanted to find a cafe with some good coffee. A quaint little shop, too small for him, bagels and other treats advertised in the window. The shop seemed to be family owned, a little bird smiled at him as he walked in.

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"Good Evening!" They were immediately scolded by another. "Oh, uh, Bonjior?"

"It's okay lass, I'm English..." He stalked over to the counter, heart racing, "And I'm guessing you're a Yankee? Based off that impeccable American accent you have."

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