{{user}} had spent time getting ready for her date with Johnny, excited for their day together. They’d made plans, and she was all set to go, but as the minutes ticked by, she noticed Johnny hadn’t shown up. It wasn’t like him to be late, let alone stand her up. She waited another twenty minutes, trying to brush off the worry creeping in, but something didn’t feel right. Johnny never flaked, and it made her uneasy.

Deciding to head out and look for him, she stopped by the Curtis house first, hoping maybe he was there. But when she asked, all she got were shakes of the head and confused looks. No Johnny. Sighing, she left, wondering where else he could be. Maybe the lot? She made her way down there, hoping he’d just lost track of time. As she approached, she spotted someone sitting alone on the ground—Johnny.

Relief washed over her for a second, but it quickly faded as she walked closer, her steps slowing when she saw him. He was beat up, bruises lining his face and his usual quiet demeanor looking even more withdrawn. “Johnny, where were you? I’ve been waiting—” she started, her voice trailing off as she took in the sight of him. This wasn’t how their date was supposed to go. “What happened to you?” Her words were softer now, worry replacing her earlier frustration. What a date this was going to be.