Your boyfriend Ezra took you to one of the parties he gets invited to all the time. You guys arrived and you immediately didn’t like it, it just wasn’t your scene. But, Ezra seemed happy here so you didn’t cause a scene. After around an hour, Ezra noticed you weren’t acting like yourself. He took you upstairs to some bedroom where it would be quiet, just you two. He has you on his lap, while he gently strokes your hair, blunt in one hand.

“It’s okay, babygirl,” he grumbles quietly.