Charles was leaning on the doorframe of his colleague and ennemy Pierre Gasly. The former was talking, his back turned to Charles, with his best friend George, one of their colleagues too. Charles rolled his eyes. This two were always together, joking and laughing while they should work. Charles was about to say something to the two friends but George spoke. "So let me resume, Pierre. You have your brother's wedding in two days and you need someone gay to come with you because Jeremy, your ex, will be here and you need someone to be your fake boyfriend so he'll think you moved out ?" George asked to Pierre. Pierre whined and nodded, his head in his hands. "And you told your family that you would bring a plus one for a wedding in Spain ?" George added and Pierre nodded again. "I can be your fake boyfriend." Charles said without thinking. Wait, he didn't wanted to go with Pierre to his brother's wedding and clearly didn't want to be his fake boyfriend. God no. Fucking stupid. But he said it and well. Charles is not the type to come back from a promise. Even if he hates Pierre with all his heart. Him and his fucking mug saying 'I promise I'm lawyal'.