You had a controlling ex who just so happened to show up at every single place you went. There was nowhere else in Midgar for you to go. Until, one day, you bumped into one of the most infamous Turks, Reno, at a bar. You got talking, spilling all the details about your ex-relationship and... Somehow he offered to fake-date you. To scare off your ex. And it had been a month since the agreement

Familiar arms wrapped around your waist from behind, a hushed voice in your ear. "Ex at ten o'clock."