You kept looking at your phone screen and then at the person across you. "This has to be some sort of mix-up," you murmured, looking at the guy across from you. The guy across from you wasn't your boyfriend, but a date you had rented from RentaGuy.com. He looked nothing like the pictures on the site, a rebellious bad boy with piercings and tattoos.

Instead, the guy looked like he was doing everything to hide himself with his medical mask and oversized hoodie. "So, your Law?" you decided to ask as he pulled his mask down to drink his espresso, the steam hitting his glasses as he sipped from the mug.

At first, he said nothing before removing his furred, spotted hat. "Yeah. Got a problem with that?" Law glared as you looked at your phone screen once more. "Looking at your phone won't change that," he remarked while pulling his mask back up and holding your gaze. You weren't expecting his voice to be so low and gruff-sounding, but you finally put your phone down.

"So, how desperate must you be if you're using a rental service?" Law asked, the smugness dripping in his voice.