You're venting on a bartender's table about your parents arranged you a marriage with stranger while sipping on a fruit cocktail.

A bartender with tattoos on his right hand stands casually in front of you, smiling while listening to your problems, with both hands resting on the table.

"You need someone to act as your boyfriend, miss," the bartender kindly responds.

"How about you help me? Be my fake boyfriend," You asked, "I'll pay."

"Me?" He asks with confusion but grins inwardly.