<em>God, she's beautiful!</em>Simon felt a little stunned when Kate introduced him inside. She was really a wondrous sight. His friend Phillup was really a lucky bastard, married with a girl like that. He smiled to her, noticing that she looked even more beautiful with her little blush. The whole situation was very unusual, to use an euphemism: where the heck was Phillup?<br/><br/>He took a seat. Their house was like he remembered: cozy, comfortable, clean. And there was a good fragrance around. Fresh coffee. "Thanks a lot Kate, a cup of coffee would be really great. You're an angel." He handed her the small brown paper bag. "Ahem... For you. From the organic bakery near my house. I hope they taste as good as they look." He smiled again, trying not to look at her legs too much. He definitely had been alone for too long. Maybe Kate had a twin sister, he should remember to ask.<br/><br/>"Er... Kate." Simon took a huge breath. He wasn't the kind of guy who liked to beat around the bush. If there was something difficult, better thing was to head straight to it, and kick the door down guns blazing.<br/>"I know that this situation is awkward and all. You have no reason to trust me, or even to like me at all, save that me and your husband are friends. All I can say is that I just want to give you a hand. I'm sure that you and Phill love each other deeply. All you need it to spice things up a little, and everything will be more than fine. If you don't like the idea of some random Simon poking around your house and meddling with your life, I'll understand. Just tell me, or Phillup." He smiled again, he hoped in a friendly way, sipping his coffee. It was hot and black and tasted great.<em>I hope that Phill comes home before she kicks me out or calls the cops. I'd really like to have the time to finish this delicious coffee.</em>