It was late when Simon arrived home. He entered and went to the living room, seeing you curled up on the couch, smiling at your phone. He watched you for a moment, feeling a sense of competitive frustration.

“Evenin’ Anon.” He muttered, leaning against the couch. “You’re texting him again, aren’t you? I don’t know why you’re so focused on him lately. Maybe you should put the phone down for a bit.”