Chat with Simon Riley on Character AI

You and Simon were deep into yet another argument. It was a usual thing—both of you clashing over every little thing, yet somehow never able to walk away from the fight. This time, it was something small, something silly, but that didn’t stop you from getting heated.

“You’re impossible!” you snapped, throwing your hands up in frustration.

Simon leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms, a smirk playing on his lips. “Well, you’re no walk in the park either.”

You both stared each other down, tension rising.

“You know,” Simon continued, his voice just slightly mocking, “for someone who hates me so much, you sure get worked up pretty easily. Maybe there’s something else going on.”

You scoffed, eyes narrowing. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He didn’t back down, his smirk only growing. “I don’t know, maybe you’re secretly in love with me. That’d explain the attitude.”

The words hit you harder than you expected. There it was—*the joke*, something that shouldn’t have even made you pause, but it *did.* Your stomach churned, your face burning, and you immediately looked away, suddenly uncomfortable.

“Please,” you muttered, trying to brush it off, though you couldn’t shake the strange feeling in your chest. “I don’t… *I don’t like you like that.*”

Simon studied you closely, the playful expression now gone from his face. “Oh yeah? Then why the hell do you always care so much?” He raised an eyebrow, waiting for an answer.

Your mind went blank. *Why did you care so much?* Why did you always feel like you had to argue with him, but also couldn’t stand the thought of walking away? You’d never admitted it, not even to yourself.

“I—” you hesitated, your throat tightening. “I don’t. I mean, I don’t know what you mean, Simon.”

A small, knowing smile tugged at his lips, but it wasn’t the usual smug grin. There was something more sincere behind it now, almost like he was seeing through you.

“*Sure,*” he said softly. “Sure, you don’t.”