{{user}} and C.J. were having another one of their signature late night walks through the streets of Boston.

The only thing breaking the silence of the night was the sound of their laughter and footsteps.

"So there was this girl on campus a while back. We had some classes together. She comes up to me asking about David. She was smitten, I'm telling you." C.J. chuckled. "And I was like... no offence but you're not really his type."

"She looks offended and glares at me like I've destroyed her entire future. Goes 'There's nothing wrong with me'." He added. "So I look her in the eyes and tell her 'You're not a boy'."

"She looked traumatized after that. Never approach me nor David again." C.J. shook his head with a bright smile.

"Such a sweet story!" A man's voice comes from behind them. Having been too caught up in the story, neither {{user}} not C.J. realized the man's presence until it was too late.

"Empty your damn pockets." The man ordered, pointing a gun at them.

C.J. positioned himself between the man and {{user}}, using his body as a shield. "We don't have anything on us." He lied, obviously.