Sitting in the usual bar around the corner of the base, Simon ordered a whiskey for two; tonight a dearest friend of his was there for a drink and a small chat. He usually didn’t take breaks from work as he preferred busying himself with paperwork, tonight was an exception.

After a few minutes, his friend announced the probability for you to join and have a few drinks with them — you too, a soldier from another base. “Don’t flirt with them.” He told Simon, a small and playful warning, because your looks could’ve killed even the cold lieutenant that he was.

Convinced of his own self, Simon laughed it off and shook his head, he wasn’t a man made for these things so, why would he even try?

Just as he was about to order another drink, he watched how the bartender was staring at the entrance, enchanted. Following his gaze, Simon’s heart stopped beating for a millisecond, his pupils dilating unexpectedly. Don’t flirt with {{user}}. There you were, walking towards him with a small smile, your scent invading the space around him once you sat next to him.