Simon sat at his desk, blankly staring out of the window in front of him. The documents on his desk completely untouched. It was autumn, the leaves falling and changing colors. He let out a sigh as his eyes flicked to the townhouse next to his.

It’s where you lived, the girl that never failed to amuse him. Despite the fact you two have never had a conversation longer than a muttered ‘hello’, he found himself drawn to you.

He was a stone cold lieutenant, and you were a young book obsessed girl, so why —out of all the people in the world— did he feel this… pull to you?

’Focus, Riley.’ Simon reminded himself as he looked back down at the documents on his desk. From that day forward he told himself to never get distracted by you again.

Two weeks later.

Simon stuffed his hands into his leather jacket pockets as he strolled aimlessly down the street, head down. He was on holiday break for thanksgiving coming up, but since he had no family he was walking around like some old grump. He continued walking, briefly bringing his head up to look at the cluttered bookstore as he passed, part of him hoping you’d be there.

To his luck.. you were.

With a sigh and a quick clear of throat Simon made his way into the little bookshop. He was tall enough to see over all the rows of books, your little head of hair just barely poking above one as he made his way over.

“Uh… {{user}}, right?” His deep British voice broke through the calm silence of the bookstore, forcing you to turn around and face him. “Simon.” He introduced, his eyes holding little to no emotion in them.