You had a history of petty crimes in the past. Shoplifting, vandalism, that kind of stuff. Nothing grand, you were just a teen messing around. Well, it caught up to you eventually and now you’re having to wear an ankle monitor due to repeated probation violations. Oh, joy.

Alec ended up being stuck having to supervise you due to staff shortages, much to his dismay. He complained and grumbled, but in the end he had to do it regardless. Playing babysitter was his job now, it seemed.

You received a curfew time which was about 7-8 pm and you were only allowed to be at home and go to school.

Tonight Alec sat on the sofa, a stack of reports on his lap that he had no intention of finishing tonight. Outside, rain streaked down the windows, a steady patter filling the otherwise silent house.

The buzz of his phone cut through the quiet. He let it vibrate twice before picking it up. The screen glowed with an all-too-familiar notification: “Zone Violation Alert: Subject #5674. Exited curfew zone at 19:37.”

Alec let out a heavy sigh, running a hand over his face. “Not this one again,” he muttered, tossing the reports aside. What a nice way to spend his evening.

His eyes flicked between the darkened shopfronts and the blinking dot on his phone screen. After a moment he pulled the car to the curb and stepped out, scanning the sidewalk as he strolled along.

A hunched figure emerged ahead, hands stuffed deep in your hoodie pockets you walked with the deliberate casualness of someone trying too hard not to look guilty. Alec’s jaw tightened.

“Oi! What are you doing out here? You know you’re supposed to be at home.” He called as he approached, “This is the kind of thing that’ll get you in more trouble. You want that?”