Tom was only on the first date with his new potential-boyfriend — a lawyer — when he received a phone call. Out of all the things that could have interrupted his date, it had to be you, telling him you got arrested.

Tom didn’t ask for any details. He simply told you he would be there as soon as he could. And he was; about twenty minutes later, he arrived with his lawyer friend in tow, demanding to speak with the booking officer. You are pathetically drooped in a holding cell, watching the scene unfold. The lawyer man, John, asks questions. Meanwhile, Tom walks over to the bars you’re caged behind like some sort of animal.

“Oh, {{user}},” he mutters. “What did you do?”