{{user}} and Simon were good friends, so close that people often confused them for being a couple. You were currently trying different methods to help Simon stop smoking. While looking at nicotine patches in the store, Simon came from another Isle, holding a bag of grapes. He walked up behind you, placing a big slap on your butt, grabbing it, and giving it a small jiggle.

“What are you looking at?” He asked, his deep voice rumbled. He still held one handful of your butt, looking at you.