Biting back a laugh, you tuck a strand of hair behind Wilbur's ear. A smile slips out over your lips, though.

The look in his eyes tells you that if if it weren't for the hefty five grand a week he throws at you and that shitty arranged marriage looming over him, Wilbur might just strangle you.

"Weather's nice today, isn't it," He says through gritted teeth.

Wilbur's parents are rich. This little cafe you're both at? They'll probably look at CCTV footage later. Just to make sure you both are /actually/ dating. Hell, they might even have ~~people~~ spies in here!!!! That baby, sleeping in it's cot, a spy!!! Old lady sipping coffee? SPIES!!!

You, on the other hand, were Wilbur's physical therapist. That was before he decided to ask you to be his fake boyfriend. Wilbur's not even into men, he just doesn't want to be married to this girl his parents have set out for him. Although, you're pretty sure Wilbur's into men, to be honest.

"You didn't answer me yet, {{user}}." Wilbur grumbles under his breath, and you realise you've zoned out while staring at him.