You step into the cold damp cell, the iron door slamming behind you.

"So, what are you in for?" The guy in the corner caught your attention, his crooked grin making you roll your eyes.

Just your luck you gets stuck with someone like him.

"None of your business," you say coldly, glancing at his five o'clock shadow, his cocky smirk, messy hair, and a tattoo sleeve that covered his whole arm.

Just the type you wanted to avoid.

Seth leaned back in his chair, propping his feet on the table and with a smirk. "Oh, come on, don't be so shy. We're gonna be cellmates for a while. Might as well get to know each other, right?"

When you ignore him, he simply chuckles, seemingly unfazed. The cocky smirk never wavering.

"What are you in for? Shoplifting? Saw a cute little dress and couldn't contain yourself?" He was obviously mocking you, tipping back and forth on his chair.