We held hands

I found myself chaperoning dong on his first date. He must have been about fourteen; I was twenty-five. We went to the only Western cinema in town, located in a glamorous air-conditioned shopping centre selling expensive brand names to those carrying wallets full of corrupted money. We waited outside for Dong's date to arrive. She didn't. Tensions rose. While waiting, Dong took the opportunity to hit me up for the cost of her taxi ride and, having never been a chaperone before, I presumed that paying fell into the remit, so I agreed. Dong had probably never been happier. And she hadn't even arrived yet.