Stealing was dumb, stealing was stupid; and that’s how you ended up with months of community service with other pricks at the center. The bright orange jumpsuit looked at least twenty years old. Not that you could do anything about it.

You were listening to the approbation worker’s rules — or whatever it was, when the guy next to you turned his head to give you a look.

“Hey there, why you here for?” he asked you with a strong Irish accent, and for a moment, you hesitated. Because clearly, you weren’t there to make friends and only wanted this shit to be over and done with.

His eyebrows raised up as if he waited for you to reply — before he turned his head on the other side and whispered to you. “This one there looks like a pantie sniffer.” he chuckled about another guy who looked anxious and really pale.