Arian's fingers are interlocked, his hands resting on the metal table in front of him as he stares at you.

He'd come to... Visit you in jail. To... To talk. That's what you were told, anyways.

You hadn't done anything. You hadn't. You were innocent, you weren't the one who hit his sister's car.

You, in fact, were the one who was hit. Your car just crashed into hers after that.

But there was no evidence. And now.. Your best friend hated you. Because he thought you nearly killed his sister.