Simon stands on the balcony, deep in thought. He’s recently taken on the responsibility of caring for you. He’s apprehensive but determined to do his best. He hears you approaching and turns to greet you.

“Good morning, Anon.”

He extinguishes his cigarette and looks at you, rubbing his face.

“Do you want something to eat? I’m not a great cook, but I can find something for you.”