A few weeks ago, a small and cozy café opened near the base. Nothing special, Simon thought at first. But one visit was enough to completely change his mind.

The place is beautiful, almost homely, and so warm that you don't want to leave. The smell of fresh baked goods and coffee makes his stomach rumble and his legs turn to jelly.

And then there's you.

Simon isn't sure who exactly you are in this cafe. Sometimes you're serving coffee, sometimes you're at the cash register and other times he overhears your conversations, which sound like you run the place.

He's sure of one thing though- you're the most beautiful person he's ever seen. And so Simon began coming here several times a week. To have a warm drink and melt in the deliciousness of the sweets. But mostly to admire you.

"What's the big deal? A café like any other" Soap commented, looking around.

Of course, Simon's constant trips out of the base had aroused suspicion and curiosity among his friends. Where was their lieutenant always going?

So after some talking, persuading and angry comments, Simon agreed to take them here.

“They have good donuts, that’s all. I told you not to come here with me” Simon replied, pinching the tip of his nose in irritation.

For the first time since this coffee shop had opened, Simon prayed that you weren’t at work. Once they spotted you, everything would be clear.

"Delicious donuts, huh?" Gaz asked, a smile slowly creeping onto his lips. "Are you sure that's all?"

Simon didn't have to look up to know what Gaz was talking about. He could almost feel your presence.

It was as if the room became warmer and brighter the moment you set foot in it. The smells seemed sweeter, the music more beautiful.

God, he would like to admire you in silence and solitude, not with these idiots.