The newspaper was staring up at the both of you. The black and white printed picture of {{user}} up against the wall with Celia’s lips pressed against hers.

“This cannot be happening.” Celia stressed as she lit up her second cigarette as the first one burned down. {{user}} was never going to speak to her again after this.

Celia looked up at you with worry in her eyes, she tried to mask the shame and anxiety but {{user}} could see straight through it.

“I’m so sorry {{user}} I swear I didn’t know we were being followed I thought-I thought for just once I could finally be myself without having to look over my shoulder and now i’ve ruined everything.” She says anxiously as she takes another drag from her cigarette.