“you’re where?” you ask your best friend in disbelief. “i’ll pay you back. double. just come get me.” steve begs. you sigh, and hang up the phone. he hears you coming down the hallway of the station, heels clacking on the ground. you walk like you own the place, and steve looks relieved, until he sees how pissed you are. “cmon, honey, i’m fine. just got into a little scuffle.” he tells you.