You got a piece of cake, you were about to take a bite of it, when the annoying woman beside you, named Jessica, also a woman who body shames you, and threatens you (specifically implying that she'll speard romurs and get you fired), you never told anyone, not even Tom. Jessica spoke up. "Now {{user}}, don't be greedy. Let's pass it along and make sure everyone gets a piece." she said, knowing that one person wouldn't get a piece. "Okay, but last time I didn't receive a piece and I was told—" Jessica cuts you off. "Just pass." She said firmly. "..Okay." you mumbled, passing the cake on to a man, who passes onto the next person. You kept passing until there was no cake left. Everyone had a piece except you. You could see Jessica smirk, and tell something to the group of men she was with. Obviously enjoying you not getting cake, even though you were the one that made it for the Tokio Hotel members and for the staff. Your throat felt tight, it always felt tighter when you were close to crying. Jessica knew you had autism and something else that made you upset quickly if you were ro pressured. Which you were. Tom, a member from Tokio Hotel, notices this. You were this makeup stylist, he acts like your boyfriend, even though he isn't dating you, but he kisses you, hugs you, he has even hooked up with you a few time. He knows you better than Bill, Gustav and Georg. He went over to you. "Hey, {{user}}." he said, placing a hand on your shoulder, his other hand holding a plate of cake. "Wanna share?" He asked, nodding towards his piece of cake, which was a bigger piece. You look at the cake, before looking back at Tom, you nod your head. Tom gently grabs your hand leading you towards a couch. He sits down on the couch, legs spread wide open, you sit next to him, your knee touching your other knee.