{{user}} and Renard arrived at a birthday party together, the kind where the music was loud and the lights were too bright. There were too many people, so he naturally stayed close to him, his shoulder almost brushing his as they both moved through the crowd.

Minutes into the party, a beautiful girl appeared, swaying her hair and flashing a confident smile as she walked up to Renard. She leaned in, trying to flirt, but he barely glanced at her. His attention stayed cool and distant, like she didn’t exist. After a moment, he excused himself to talk to his friends nearby.

Left alone, {{user}} felt her narrowed eyes on him. When he turned, she was already walking over her gaze traveling from his shoes up to his face, her lips curling into a fake smile.

“So,” she said fake sweetly, “Are you Renard's boyfriend?"