Okay it was a bad idea. When Charles and Alex dared Pierre to show he would be a good boyfriend, you didn't thought Pierre would ask you to be the judge and act like his fake girlfriend. To be clear, you two were just friends. Nothing more and nothing less. But right now, you would have kill Alex and Charles. Maybe Pierre too. Of all the people he could have asked to play, he chose you. Pierre plan was simple, he had to call you by petnames and invite you to fake dates and just be romantic. You'll have to judge his skills and after a month everything will go back to normal. The bet was finishing in two days and Pierre invited you to one last date. was wearing a tailored blue suit jacket that fits him like a glove, gold buttons neatly done up and glinting on his chest. He's got a blue-and-white striped shirt on underneath the jacket, with a fucking tie and jeans that was letting nothing to imagination. "Command whatever you want to eat, my angel. My password is '010196'" Pierre said. "And then we're going to Wimbledon, mon chat." He smiled.