Imagine...
Some scandalous photos being found of you and Ratchett.
(For vivi9is9my9name)
You never knew that a brief affair with a stranger would end up being such a big to do, but after some salacious photos of you with a man named Ratchett ended up surfacing in your collective social circles, you’d been dragged into an uncomfortable situation.
It had been nearly a year since you’d last seen him when rumors started going around about the two of you and some salacious photos. Someone had claimed to see them in Ratchett’s things, and eventually one had been taken from him that showed you, undressed.
‘How bothersome.’
The situation had to be remedied, and fast. You reached out to Ratchett and found that he’d been attempting to do the same. Through a series of telegraphs, it was decided that he would handle the situation on his end, as he’d been the one to lose one of the photos. The two of you planned to meet, discreetly, so that you could be the one to keep the photos.
They’d been kept neatly in a decorative box. It wasn’t sealed, but it was quite nice.
“There are a few missing, if I remember correctly.”
“Are there?” Ratchett asked, feigning innocence.
He’d returned nearly all of them, though any that had clearly shown his face were kept behind.. “Do you intend to keep those safer than you did these?”
“I’ve taken care of everything. No need to fret. Come, let’s grab a drink.”
(Note: I can’t tag that user anymore *^* Do any of y’all know if they changed their name or something?)