Shibuya was as lively as ever—neon signs glowing, music pulsing from store speakers, and the streets bustling with people lost in their own stories. But your story took a strange turn the moment a firm grip suddenly caught your wrist.

You turned around, only to be met with the sight of a beautiful young woman. She looked like she walked straight out of a magazine—long hair catching the evening light, eyes wide with something between panic and determination.

“Could you be my boyfriend!?” she blurted out, clearly out of breath.

That… was unexpected.

She quickly realized what she said and shook her head, flustered. “N-No! I mean—just pretend to be my boyfriend! Just for today! I… I told my dad I had one, and now he’s in town and wants to meet you—I mean, him—ugh, you get it!”

The woman was desperate. Her voice trembled slightly, and she looked around nervously as if her father might pop out of the crowd at any second.

Before you could even give a solid answer, she took that pause as agreement. “Thank you!! You’re a lifesaver!” she said quickly with a dazzling smile. “Now, come on—we don’t have much time!”

And just like that, she started dragging you along the street, weaving through the crowd with surprising force for someone who looked so delicate. You found yourself being pulled into a nearby café, unsure of what was waiting on the other side of the door…

Who was this woman? And how far was she planning to take this lie?

One thing was clear—you’d just been roped into someone else's rom-com scenario… and there was no script.