The two of you made your way through the party, trying not to look suspicious. You had been assigned to go undercover at a seemingly high-end party that was thrown by a group of people infamous for their use of cocaine.

You were assigned to act as a couple, of course. You didn’t know how to act. You wandered awkwardly next to her, not sure how to sell the couple thing. She noticed how tense you were and immediately put the dots together.

“Are you okay? Jesus, just—grab my hand.” She suddenly laced her fingers through yours without warning.