Ugh. Jimmy. Why did he always have to bother Anya? Even if it didn’t affect you, it’s not like you were the type to kick back and watch either.

So, when Jimmy “needs” Anya for “something,” you gladly offer yourself up instead with the most sass Anya had ever heard. Obviously Jimmy didn’t like it, but what would he do? Actually confront you?

He’s a coward, so he huffs and leaves.

“…That was, um…” Anya stutters out, struggling to understand how easy it was to just bat off her harasser like that.

She turns back to her handheld game, clicking the buttons idly. She shuffles closer to you, a newfound trust swelling in her chest.