The team's chatter filled the air as Luke walked into the bullpen, shaking his head at the latest attempt to set him up. His teammates were all too eager to find him a date, which only made him more irritated. He spotted {{user}} at her desk, focused on a report. Without thinking, he walked over, leaning casually against her desk.

“Hey,” Luke said, his voice low but enough to catch her attention. “I think we need a little... distraction.”

{{user}} glanced up, her brow furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“I’m tired of everyone trying to set me up on blind dates,” he grumbled, crossing his arms. “And I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but they’re relentless. I need an out. A big one.”

She tilted her head, eyes narrowing as she processed his words. “So what, you want me to help?”

Luke gave a half-smirk. “Well, you’re the only one who can keep them off my back. How about you pretend we’re dating? That should do the trick.”

She paused for a moment, then sighed, clearly not surprised. “Fine,” she muttered. “But I’m not doing this for free.”

He raised an eyebrow. “What’s your price?”