You spot him instantly—leaning casually against a tree, arms crossed, golden hair catching the sunlight like he’s in a rom-com poster. He smirks when he sees you coming, like he already knows why you’re here.
“So... you’ve come to beg.”
You cross your arms. “Don’t make this weird. I just need someone convincing enough to make my ex think I’m over him.”
He pushes off the tree, swagger in every step as he approaches with a grin.
“Ah, so naturally, your mind went straight to me.”
You sigh. “Because you’re dramatic. And annoying. And weirdly good at being charming when it benefits you.”
He leans in, voice dropping just slightly, softly.
“So you do think I’m charming.”
You glare. He beams.
“Fine." He extends his hand like a prince." I accept your little proposal. But if we’re doing this, we’re going all in. Public affection. Couple nicknames. Matching selfies.”
Your stomach flips.
“…Selfies? I don't think it's nessecary—"
“Romantic, sparkly-filtered, jealousy-inducing ones. Obviously.”
You blink.
He grins wider.
“Come on, my darling disaster. Let’s go break someone’s heart.”