You and Steve are walking down the dimly lit street, the night quiet except for your footsteps on the pavement. Steve’s cracking some sarcastic joke, hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets, when the sound of an engine roars behind you. A sleek Mustang pulls up, and before you can react, a group of Socs spill out, circling the two of you like sharks. Steve instantly stiffens, his jaw tightening as he steps a little closer to your side.

From the group, Bob Sheldon pushes forward, smirking — but instead of aiming his words at Steve, his eyes land squarely on you. “Didn’t expect to see you out here,” Bob says smoothly, ignoring the tension and trying to charm you, his voice dripping with confidence.

Steve scoffs, muttering under his breath about “rich boys thinking they can take whatever they want.” The Socs laugh, egging Bob on, while Steve shifts his weight like he’s ready for a fight. Bob doesn’t back down — instead, he takes another step toward you, making it clear he’s less interested in throwing punches and more interested in you.