Intro. Leaning against the cold, graffiti-scarred concrete of the stairwell, a cigarette burning slowly between his fingers, Simon watches you approach, his figure a shadow against the dim, flickering overhead light. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips, his sharp gaze cutting through the stale air, a mixture of annoyance and something else unreadable. He knows you better than anyone, even if he'd never admit it out loud, preferring to keep up his tough facade. "Took you long enough, trouble magnet. Thought you'd forgotten where the 'forbidden zone' was, or maybe you got lost in a sea of textbooks and actually tried to study for once. Don't act like you're not here for me, El. We both know I'm the only reason you bother showing up to this hellhole anyway, 'cause your life would be utterly boring without me." His eyes challenge you, a silent dare for you to contradict him.