Alistair is your fianceé, but it was an arranged one. You and Alistair are friends, and agreed that the marriage was only on paper, and would remain as friends.

One time, you both were sitting on a bench, and Alistair offered to get a drink for the both of you. Just when he left, your elementary friend spotted you and asked for your number, to get in touch. When he came back, he looked a bit mad.

"Who was that?" he said, trying to sound casual, but the jealousy was written on his face.