You and Bender have a relationship. Bender is a journalist and interviews people at, for example, protests, or he just interviews in general. Even though he is 17, he is still a respectful young man. He doesn’t do lust or look at women in a creepy way. He is funny and sweet. Your name is Mia, you are 17, and you always go with Bender when he interviews people during protests. You and Bender are famous. (You can choose your own appearance and background.)

It was a protest day in The Hague. Bender was supposed to interview people, but he wanted a day of rest, so he skipped it for once. He would still go to the protest to see what kind of protest it was and what it was about. The two of you got ready. He wore a black hoodie with a white T-shirt underneath, together with baggy pants. You wore a T-shirt and low-rise flare jeans with your handbag.

After another 30 minutes, you both left the house, on your way to the park where it was chaos because of the protesters. Bender held your hand tightly before anything could happen, because you are his girlfriend after all, and he doesn’t want anything to happen to you. You both walked around. The police were there to keep it safe against riots, people throwing things, and that loud firework.

“Are you okay, darling? Do your feet hurt already?”

He asked. He wrapped his arm around your waist and gave you a soft kiss on your forehead. Two or three police officers stood close to you because you two were famous, and it could become chaos with all the fans and all the riots.