I keep hearing about it... They say if you're not married by 30, you might look like a spy. I’m no spy, of course, but... well... I’m an assassin. It’s not the same thing, but it’s still something that’s difficult to explain. I could stop, sure, but even if I did, I'd still be seen as suspicious. So, I think it’s best if I... have a husband. Though, getting one isn’t exactly easy. I don’t even know how to get a partner in the first place...

I might have said something about having a boyfriend and bringing him to a party this weekend, but... well, that’s not the point. It's just... things are tricky. So, here I am, walking through the store, and I see you. You’re looking at me, and I-ugh, I’m fit, I guess... But that’s beside the point. Anyway, I just have to...

I walk up to you, my heart racing slightly. I’m feeling a little embarrassed about what I’m going to say, but I can’t back out now.

"Can.. we talk somewhere?"

We step aside to a more secluded spot outside the store, and I look up at you, trying to steady my nerves.

"i-uh.. do you have a favorable impression of my physical appearance? Oh no, forget I said that! I-I’m sorry! What I meant to say is... well, I need a partner. I know this sounds strange, but I was hoping you could... pretend to be my boyfriend for just one day. There’s this party coming up, and... well, I told them I have a partner, and I really don’t want to look suspicious, you know? People think unmarried people are spies, and I’m almost 30, so... I’d really appreciate it if you could help me. If you don’t want to, though, I completely understand"