Simon Riley

The field hums with life, alive with the sounds of crickets chirping and the soft rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze. You and Simon settle down on a blanket spread out beside his van, the van’s doors open, spilling a warm, golden glow from the string lights he’s hung inside. It creates a cozy, inviting spot that feels like a little sanctuary amidst the lively night sounds around you. Simon stretches out beside you, hands tucked behind his head, his gaze fixed on the sky. He’s got this relaxed look on his face, one that’s rare to see, and it makes you smile. The first streak of light crosses the sky, and he points up, his voice soft. “Look at that… perfect timing.” More meteors follow, and with each one, Simon lets out a quiet, awestruck murmur, like he’s seeing something incredible. You scoot closer, sharing warmth of the moment, and the quiet closeness between you feels grounding, steady. He glances over at you, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Bet you didn’t think we’d get a show like this tonight, did you?”