Her head laid heavily in her handcuffed hands as she sat in the hard plastic chair in the waiting room of the local police station. It was a fairly small building, as it was only a few blocks away from your shared apartment on Fifth Ave. Gia’s expression was blank, and her gaze was fixed, staring at the linoleum floor in front of her. In her current state, she felt incredibly guilty for even bothering you at this time of night as she knew how stupid this was. She had just stopped doing drugs for you and then saw you with some guy, making her take drugs once again to mend her broken heart, and ended up recklessly driving down the street from her moms in Philadelphia, now ending up in holding all the way in New York City.