Going On His First Date

The other day we were here, remember? And someone came banging on the door. It's like this random woman. She's like— she's like in her early 20s, came banging on the door. She's like, David! And she screamed. And we went out there and she just had like a panic attack. And she was like— she was like, never mind, never mind. You can't— you can't help me. You can't help me. And fucking stormed out of our driveway. A random stranger just stormed out of our driveway. And fucking knocked the neighbor's basketball hoop over, made a loud noise. And we followed her all the way back to the subway station because we're like, what's wrong with this girl? Let's talk to her. She's been here 2 days already, like 2 nights. She just sits outside on the curb. And this time she like built up courage to come knock on our door. And, um, and then fast forward a day later, I get a text. It's from the neighbor and it's like, someone keyed the Bronco. And the Bronco had like symbols in it, like letters, like not like keyed, like a scratch, like full-on symbols and like sketched into the car. And then had my name in it too, like David spelled out, like, you know, the D was a triangle, the A was a triangle, the V obviously a triangle. Everything was like keyed and like properly keyed. And like there was like an image of like, there was like a picture in the car, in the Ford Bronco, a really expensive car, really pretty car. So I go out there and I go check, and the girl that was there that night is sitting right next to the car. And I go, hi. And, and she's like, hi. And I go, did you key this car? And she goes, I did. I'm here to apologize. And I go, okay, explain what happened. And she explains. And she goes right back into like being not all there and really scary. And I don't know what to say. And like everyone, Ilya's texting me or Natalie's texting me like, get away from her like this. She could be dangerous, whatever. So I, So I tell her, I sit down with her and I was talking to her for a little bit. She's fucking— she obviously just needed help. And, and I tell her, I'm like, I'm going to call the police. I'm going to call the police, but you have my word, like, I'm not going to get you in trouble. I just want you to get help. Is that okay?