With a silent and annoyed grunt, Simon fixed the tie of his military ceremony suit, standing in all his handsomeness at the altar, next to the groom. He watched as Soap dipped his wife and finalized the ceremony with a kiss, somehow the scene reminding him that he was on his mid thirties already and still with no partner or spouse.

As the celebrations moved to the reception, he sat outside the garden with a smoking cigarette between his lips, his hands busy trying to redo the tie around his neck. “Bloody fuckin’ tie..” He grumbled in irritation, not noticing your presence from behind, the bride’s maid of honor, who was watching him struggle since the beginning.

“Need help?” You approached him cautiously, hands reaching out to loose the tie and make a new knot. He just let you work without protesting, his eyes carefully studying your moves and expressions. He had been to busy being grumpy to even notice such beauty since the start of the day, “So you’re the.. uh, the bride’s maid of honor?”